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Truth/Dare: Be reasonable with the dares! If you start getting ridiculous no one will want to do them; characters aren’t really obligated to do all the dares they receive. Don’t forget about the truth part as well!

Headcanon: Anons send the character a word, or a name and you may write a small/long headcanon about said word!

Drabbles: Give the muse a prompt and they may write a short drabble on it.

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Ask the character/mun: Ask the muse whatever you want for them to answer IC; or ask the mun a personal question to get to know better or to get an OOC answer [although we would like to keep these at a minimum]!

Truth/Dare: Be reasonable with the dares! If you start getting ridiculous no one will want to do them; characters aren’t really obligated to do all the dares they receive. Don’t forget about the truth part as well!

Headcanon: Anons send the character a word, or a name and you may write a small/long headcanon about said word!

Drabbles: Give the muse a prompt and they may write a short drabble on it.

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silent-clouds replied to your post: [anyone want to start a thread?? i don’t mind...

Ooo -Raises hand-

[pets hibari

yes okay v u v

do you want me to reply to an open of yours, do you want to reply to one of mine, orrrr do you want to plot a bit and i'll write a starter for hibari??]

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Sion wandered out of the library, a few books cradled in his arms to take back to his rooms. Classics, old ones, like the ones he had read in Nezumi's bunker. Their familiar stories brought a bit of comfort to him, but he still wondered where Nezumi was and how he was doing. Was he handling himself well on his own? Of course he is. He lived alone until we met again. He doesn't need me.

As he passed the lobby, the white haired teen spotted a blond boy, perhaps not much older than him, who looked as if he had just arrived. Sion smiled wryly to himself as he began to approach him, cautious, but with the intent to help him out. It was sad to see yet another innocent person become stuck in this frightening place. While it was nice, well furnished, and possessed many comforts and amenities, it was still eerie and difficult to adjust to, and when inside Sion felt as if his every move was being observed. Although science and logic screamed otherwise, he had begun to wonder if the hotel was haunted, if ghosts and spirits were real after all, and if that explained the strange happenings inside the building.

Watching Finnian for a moment, Sion finally called out, "Did you only just arrive?" he asked, offering a friendly smile, "My name is Sion. I'm stuck in this place, too. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Is there anyone here...? [intro/open]

He couldn’t properly remember how he’d gotten here. Truthfully, Finnian did have a bad memory, so it wasn’t much of a surprise. He’d wanted to find Ciel and Sebastian, and had snuck out without informing the rest of the crew. How was he supposed to know it had been such a horrible decision? He was tired, and hungry, and needed a place to stay for the night at least. The blond carefully pushed open the doors and glanced inside.

Brr, what a creepy atmosphere. His turquoise eyes swept over the lobby before he stepped in, and the doors fell close behind him. Finnian jumped and spun around, hands on the knob. Locked.

He pulled rather forcefully, and whined in both disbelief and stress when the doors refused to open.

“Eeeh?!”

Impossible. They should have been torn off their hinges straight away!

“Oh no… how am I supposed to find Mr Sebastian and the young master this way?” Finnian worried his lower lip and frowned, tearing up slightly. This bad luck was upsetting. Was he alone? He somehow doubted it.

So he turned around and cleared his throat.

“Is there anyone here…?”

He shuffled over to the reception desk, and picked up the key laid out for… him? Had they been expecting him? This was getting creepier with every passing second.

“Somebody..? Anybody.. This is really freaking me out…”

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[anyone want to start a thread?? i don't mind writing starters or replying to opens v u v]

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running [open | event]

Sion awoke with a start. It was still early. He panted softly, looking around with wide eyes at the dimly lit room before releasing a sigh, crossing his arms and rubbing them. He couldn't recall having had a nightmare, but the room was freezing cold, which he felt despite having fallen asleep in his sweater, and he had the eerie feeling he was being watched. More keenly than usual, at least.

Sitting up and swinging his legs out of bed, Sion stood, and something cold touched the back of his neck, a soft caress, brushing his hair aside. Alarmed, his hand flew to the nape of his neck and he wheeled around, but was greeted by nothing more than the wall.

Uh... 

Cautiously, Sion padded to the bathroom with the intent to shower, quiet in case his roommates were still asleep. When he pushed the door open, a scream caught itself in his throat and he staggered back, bringing a hand up to his mouth. There in the tub lay the dead body of an old man, shriveled and gray-skinned with hair completely colorless. A black patch at the man's neck began to squirm and tear, and a sudden horror flooded inside Sion. But when he blinked and shook his head, the white porcelain tub was empty. There was no body.

This isn't No. 6...

Hands shaking, Sion turned away from the bathroom, unable to bring himself to shower after what he had just witnessed. He though he could hear buzzing, but he sped to the door of his room and threw it open. He must be going crazy cooped up in that place.

As he stepped out, however, Sion realized that he wasn't on his floor. That's... strange... maybe I didn't pay attention the first time I came here. There's no way... He thought, swallowing and crossing his arms defensively. The buzzing was back.

Elevators... elevators...

However, as he turned the corner, a woman came hurtling at him, screaming. He let out a cry as she seemed to age decades before his eyes in the span of only a few seconds, and once again yelled out when she fell on him, dead, and a black wasp fluttered into his line of vision. Feeling sick, Sion collapsed beneath the woman's weight, eyes shut. When he held his hands out to push the corpse away, he grasped at air, and when he opened his eyes once more, he didn't see anything, no wasp, no dead body.

But she was just...

Buzzing still in his ears, he ran to the elevators, stumbling into one and pressing the button for the first floor. He leaned his back against the wall of the elevator, heart pounding. Before he reached the lobby, the elevator stopped and opened its doors to reveal two people, which immediately fell lifeless to Sion's feet, contorting in pain before his eyes. The buzzing filled his ears once more, surrounded him, drowned out everything else.

Clutching his head, Sion screamed and ran out.

Right into another person. Wide-eyed, the teen stared up at the other, another scream rising in his throat. But the two bodies behind him were gone, and the person before him appeared to be alive and breathing, displaying no signs of premature aging. Sion grasped the front of their shirt tightly to reassure himself, hands shaking.

There are no parasite wasps here! Get a hold of yourself!

"... s-sorry," he finally managed to rasp out, "There were two bodies... did you... see them?" he asked shakily, looking over his shoulder without releasing his grip, "What is this place?!"

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Ask the character/mun: Ask the muse whatever you want for them to answer IC; or ask the mun a personal question to get to know better or to get an OOC answer [although we would like to keep these at a minimum]!

Truth/Dare: Be reasonable with the dares! If you start getting ridiculous no one will want to do them; characters aren’t really obligated to do all the dares they receive. Don’t forget about the truth part as well!

Headcanon: Anons send the character a word, or a name and you may write a small/long headcanon about said word!

Drabbles: Give the muse a prompt and they may write a short drabble on

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lost lamb [open | intro]

Nezumi would certainly get a kick out of this predicament, but not before mouthing off some speech or other about how careless Sion was and how he shouldn't let his mind wander when he was out on his own. He hadn't been on his own, really; one of Inukashi's dogs, the one that escorted him to and from work at the dogkeeper's inn every day, had been trailing faithfully after him, always at his heels without fail. But Sion knew Nezumi wouldn't hear any of it. He had been separated from his canine escort, taken a wrong turn, and wound up lost, and it had been his own damn fault. He had gotten momentarily distracted, that much Sion would concede, but it wasn't like he wasn't watching where he was going. He wasn't trying to get into trouble; he had gotten sidetracked helping an old blind woman return to her grandchildren. Sion had also been with Nezumi long enough to know that the taller boy wouldn't come rescue him from his own kindness. Nezumi had warned him about the people of the West Block, warned him about being kind to them. If he couldn't keep maintaining them, what was the point in doing even one good deed for them? No, Nezumi wouldn't come bail him out of this. He had to manage on his own. The one thing Sion was certain of at that moment, however, was that he wasn't anywhere familiar anymore. Was this still the West Block? He couldn't say for sure because he wasn't familiar enough with the area outside No. 6 yet. However, the building that loomed before him now looked too well-kept, too structurally sound, to belong in the West Block, and that's what had caused him to stop and look up. Sorry, Nezumi. You're going to kill me for this, the white-haired boy smiled wryly before adjusting the paper bag containing what was to be that night's dinner under his arm and carefully entering the building.  It was a hotel, and it looked normal enough, and the fact that it was mothing suspicious or out of the ordinary left Sion feeling almost disappointed, in a way. But what is such a... well, nice place doing out here...? he wondered, and the feeling of dissatisfaction with his discovery was soon replaced with cautious curiosity.  Which turned into alarm when the heavy doors behind him slammed shut loudly, causing him to wheel around and reach for the handles, tugging with all his might. They were locked. Okay... Sion took a deep breath and approached the front desk, where a pale, almost transparent looking man sat, oblivious to his surroundings. "Excuse me?" Sion called out politely, but was greeted with silence, and the slide of a key in his direction, "Ah?" The teen picked up the key and held it in front of his face, frowning slightly. "I'm afraid I won't be staying here, sir-- Sir?" No reply. Something was definitely off, and it didn't take Sion's impressive brain power to realize that much. He was locked in for some reason or other, but be it thanks to what Nezumi would call his lack of self-preservative insticts or something else, the boy didn't feel as if he was in any immediate danger. First order of business? Explore. Find out where he was. He spun around to set off, but yelped and fell back when he ran into someone he hadn't been expecting to be there. His bag of meager groceries spilled, dried meat and bread tumbling to the floor. "Oh--! I'm so sorry!" Sion exclaimed, scrambling to his feet and leaning down to help, "Are you hurt? I'm sorry, I didn't see where I was going!"  he smiled helplessly, hoping they weren't too upset. They were probably in the same mess he found himself in presently, and could be of some help, perhaps.