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Cheshire Cat ([personal profile] stolenface) wrote in [community profile] seaofhearts2016-08-07 09:56 pm

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Who: The Alices
What: The next World's door isn't opening, but the Cat's left something open behind him instead
Where: ▒▒▒▒▒
Warnings: Potential for (non-permanent) death, there's a few body parts around, an eye in a jar, and also mentions of a sewing needle; will update with further info

The Cat hadn't shown up the entire time everyone was in the Hub. It probably was a tiny bit disconcerting. But still, they are ushered on to the next World. But as they go, they'll be greeted with the Cat... Walking away with his back turned to them. He steps through a literal hole in the wall, perfectly round, on the far side of the room where the doors are. And then, it stays open. Should they try the doors, only the ones they've been to previously will open. That hole must be awfully tempting, if the Cat left it.

When they enter, they awaken to a very odd place indeed. An alleyway with one end fenced off and a large grave in the middle of it. The only other way to go is an old factory. Upon entering, they will find the space is off in itself. The machinery is all rusted, but there's the sense that touching the controls could turn it on. And in one corner, in an area that's far more warehouse because this place seems to be patched together from a factory, warehouse and basement, is an old mattress with bloodstains on it and the floor around it. Various body parts, some fresh, some far more decayed and only bone, all seem to be scattered around. There's thick thread--almost like wire--and a large sewing needle that's definitely seen use. On a stand next to the old beat-up mattress is a jar with a single eye in it, red in iris coloring. All of the text everywhere is garbled and unreadable, and the entire world is inverted in coloring. It's probably disorienting.

The Cat doesn't seem to be anywhere they can find, although scraps of cloth in a few places look similar enough to what he wears. There's definitely more to this place beyond the fence outside, but there's no discernible way to get past it. No powers that could help them get over it are accessible, and trying to use any extrasensory powers will earn a splitting headache and nausea similar to that caused by the mysterious voice from before. In fact, the entire area gives the sense that they're not normally supposed to be here.

Where did they get to now...?
bakegarasu: (wrong is right)

[personal profile] bakegarasu 2016-08-10 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[The voices aren't recognizable, are they? Hm. He attempts to look into the boxes to see what's in them.]
worldkeys: ([trees] three.)

[personal profile] worldkeys 2016-08-10 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dusty and old spools of thread in most of them. Some contain bolts of cloth. Otherwise, nothing remarkable at first. ]
bakegarasu: (the city is at war)

[personal profile] bakegarasu 2016-08-10 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Gonna go digging in the cloth. It'd be a perfect place to hide something.]
worldkeys: ([scraps] five.)

[personal profile] worldkeys 2016-08-10 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He'll eventually find a set of sewing instructions. They detail, at first, simple things, like how to do a certain kind of back or forward hand stitch, but... there's also a few handwritten pages detailing how to sew skin and muscle together. How to sew animal to human parts.

It's a little bit disturbing. ]
bakegarasu: (Default)

[personal profile] bakegarasu 2016-08-10 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[... Well. He's not surprised.]

[Moving on to other boxes?]
worldkeys: ([scraps] five.)

[personal profile] worldkeys 2016-08-11 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ The other boxes nearby contain what appears to be writing samples. Nothing overly legible, not at first. Just practiced scribbles of letters, as they slowly become more and more legible to becoming words. It's obvious the writer wasn't so good at first and had to teach themselves how to write. ]
bakegarasu: (heroes rise again)

[personal profile] bakegarasu 2016-08-11 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
... Huh.

[What sort of words are written here? Anything coherent? Or just more garbled things?]
worldkeys: ([scraps] five.)

[personal profile] worldkeys 2016-08-11 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ It largely looks like it was someone teaching themselves the alphabet. However, the last page is angry scrawling over and over: I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM ]
bakegarasu: (driven by hate)

[personal profile] bakegarasu 2016-08-11 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
... The Rabbit?

[Time to look through the other boxes now.]
worldkeys: ([trees] three.)

[personal profile] worldkeys 2016-08-11 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There is nothing further of interest in the boxes. He seems to have exhausted what can be found in them, for the moment. ]
bakegarasu: (when there's nothing left to lose)

[personal profile] bakegarasu 2016-08-12 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Gonna wander back to the fence, then.]

Do you talk too, or was that just the door?
worldkeys: ([Books] two.)

[personal profile] worldkeys 2016-08-15 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ The fence is silent. ]
bakegarasu: (heroes rise again)

[personal profile] bakegarasu 2016-08-15 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
... Now I just look insane.

[Ugh wandering back to see if he can find other people. What is interaction, anyway.]
Edited 2016-08-15 01:57 (UTC)