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𝐻𝒜𝒫𝒫𝒴 𝐻𝐸𝒜𝑅𝒯𝒮 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝐹𝐹 ([personal profile] happyheartsstaff) wrote in [community profile] funnyhearts2020-10-24 10:36 pm

TEST DRIVE MEME 006

HAPPY HEARTS HOTEL

You wake up in a padded box. It rocks, gently, as though suspended in mid-air. You begin to stir, confusion or distress pushing you to try to sit up — and then the air begins to smell sweet, and you fall back asleep.

You wake up in a padded box. For a moment, you are beatifically calm. You don't know how you got here, or why, but that isn't really all that important. You don't need to know where you are. You're just... here. And here is a wonderful place to be.

But there is a niggling suspicion growing in the back of your mind. A suspicion that here is not somewhere you wanted to be. That it is not where you're supposed to be. You remember... chasing a white rabbit (or was it a person)? A mirror? Bright light, and green ivy crawling over your skin... Before you can worry too much, the box jolts, and then settles, and after a long moment the walls fall from around you to reveal —

A hotel lobby?

"Welcome to the Happy Hearts Hotel and Casino," says an attendant behind a desk. "We're so pleased you could join us. We have your room keys and Empathies here, please make an orderly line and we'll hand them out once we've confirmed identities. After that, feel free to explore the hotel! We highly recommend starting with the casino. Everyone's a winner here in Happy Hearts!"

Is this normal? It doesn't feel normal. And hey — you could swear you had shoes before!

THEY FOLLOW

10/23 - 10/30



Was there a garden when you first arrived? You're sure you saw one, bright and welcoming through an archway in the hotel lobby that is no longer there.

"Why would it be there?" hotel staff will ask if questioned about it. "The festival is over."

But it seems not everything in the garden wanted to stay there.

Scarecrows will begin to appear inside the hotel itself. These are not just any scarecrows — Oysters may notice that some of the scarecrows seem somehow familiar. Is that one wearing the same clothes as a family member? Does another have the eyes of a former lover, the facial features of a long dead enemy? None will be exact replicas, they are after all only made of straw, but the resemblance will be undeniable. Particularly when Oysters begin to hear indecipherable whispers that are also all too familiar.

At first it is in public areas, always just out of reach, voices faint and distant. They being to grow closer as the month winds down, voices growing louder, until eventually Oysters may find them in their bedrooms, hiding in their closets or showers. Their voices are curses, death threats and words of warning filling the air despite that their lips never move.

It becomes apparent that there is something moving outside the hotel windows, where before there had only been twilight looming over the lake and forest, and the skyscrapers in the distance. Whatever it is that lurks outside is too quick to be seen out of anything but the corner of one's eye, a creature made of shadows. Before long, it will no longer be movement outside that may catch Oysters' eyes, but something in the corners of their room. The breathing heard once in the hedge maze will now follow Oysters, sometimes right behind them, sometimes just out of arms' reach. Always, there is the ever present looming feeling of eyes staring at you from behind.

Oysters may notice that they don't seem to be the only ones effected. Hotel staff are more tense than ever, paranoid and afraid, constantly looking over their shoulder.

"You let it out!" a hotel staff may shout, unprompted.

None will answer questions if pressed further.

"Why should we? We told you not to. You never listen to us."


HAPPY HALLOWEEN

10/31



On the morning of Halloween, the movement of the shadows stops. The scarecrows are no where to be found, their disembodied voices silent. The oppressive feeling of surveillance seems to have lifted, and even the hotel staff seem to be in better moods.

A ballroom has opened up off of the hotel lobby, decorated for the Halloween party that is announced to be later that day. There are stations set up for karaoke, pumpkin carvings, bobbing for apples, piñatas, and a stage being laid for dancing and a costume contest at the end of the night.

Many of the hotel staff are already in costumes, and will encourage Oysters to select one from This Elegant Thimble for themselves.

The first part of the party goes off without a hitch, but as it gets later, the lights begin to flicker. Or maybe it's the shadows themselves that begin to shift and waver, coiling in on themselves and coming alive. Screams come from the hotel staff at the party before the shadows have finished solidifying, and they retreat to barricade themselves in a staff only area as some of the shadows break off to chase them.

The majority turn their focus on the Oysters. The shadows move as one at first but quickly begin to take on an individuality. All have wickedly curved claws and a mouth of sharp teeth, but their fighting styles slowly start to diversify as they take more solid form. Their features become more unique, and they develop voices — the same voices once connected with the scarecrows. Oysters will quickly find themselves facing off against shades of the people they know, and these shades are not afraid to play dirty and pretend to be the people they look like.


FIRST SNOWFALL

11/01 - 11/08



The morning after the Halloween party, all evidence of it has gone. The ballroom is no longer there, and any damage done to the hotel by the shades or the Oysters themselves while fighting them off is completely repaired, as though it had never existed.

"Our housekeeping staff have simply outdone themselves, haven't they?" hotel staff will say if asked. "Always cleaning up after the messes of others."

Very few will even acknowledge shadow monster at all.

Those that do will simply look at the Oyster who's asking. "What did you expect to happen when you were warned to stay out of somewhere?"

All hotel staff will quickly change the subject and encourage Oysterd to check out the new upgrades to the pool area. It changes with the seasons, of course!

Those who do go to look will find that the once beach like environment of the pool is completely changed. The sand dunes are now snow hills, the water slides are frozen over, and the coves and hideaways are now dripping with icicles. The pool itself is solid ice, and ice skates are available for those who want to take a spin. Similarly, skis, snowboards, and sleds can used on the snow hills and ice slides. Over all of it, tiny snowflakes fall from the artificial sky.

The only source of warmth to be found here now are the several hot tubs scattered throughout the pool area.

If the rest of the hotel seems a little chillier as well, surely not. It must be your imaginations, mustn't it?


If you have any questions, please leave them over here! Like the scarecrows, the shades can be destroyed with fire. The monster will retreat from the hotel back into the hedge maze once many of its shades have been destroyed.




© tessisamess


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[personal profile] jinlingers 2020-11-01 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Anything is probably a stretch," Jin Ling says dismissively and his eyes are down on the water as it moves, watching how it ripples.

"Mostly the cold right now though I don't think anyone likes the hotel do they?"
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-11-01 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
He falters a little at the question. He wouldn't really say he hated the hotel until the events of recent times. Losing Lan Wangji made his anger at the hotel fester and grow until his recent return.

"Well..if the past is any indication, we should probably think about gathering some extra clothing and blankets. There was a point during the summer when it became very hot in here. It wouldn't surprise me if the same happens with the cold.
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[personal profile] crimson_rain 2020-11-01 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's all right." He said, no harm done. "Seems like good weather to lost in thought and meditate what's on your mind."
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[personal profile] crimson_rain 2020-11-01 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"A couple of months." That was short, compared to the long lives they lived.

At his question, he hesitates. Unable to tell him at first. But by his nature, he will always tell the truth to his highness.

"We said our good-byes before I scatter to the wind."
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wildcard

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-11-01 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
It took a while for Lan Wangji to gain his strength back until he is able to wander around the hotel without panic or fear. All he finds is that everything is quiet like the snowy landscape outside, quite a change in season. The snow makes his barefeet cold, so he doesn't like to walk around outside.

He took a dip in the hot-tubs to warm up his legs and feet and then he'll venture back to the hotel inside. When he noticed Wei Ying close by.

"Wei Ying? I used to skate. But I don't have much strength to skate over ice. Wei Ying, it's cold so come back inside."
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it's basically poker lol

[personal profile] earthborn 2020-11-02 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, good for you," A slight tip of the glass, half-real and half-bitter, hiding neither.

Shepard shuffles her selections together then, one-handed as she's been, finger over finger, turn and turn about. The backs of the cards are all the same, but there are seven suites now, including the cards stolen from the alternate deck, and those three extra are of a different design. IT's a weird place, but who can question it when one deck has hearts, spades, clubs, and diamonds, while the next might feature rabbits, pigs, and other strange suites.

"Rules are simple. You're looking for a hand of six that contains a winning set. You'll want three sets of two-pair, two of three-of-a-kind, or all of one kind. Best score goes to the higher value, with aces as the highest. Points to whoever gets the longest run in a sequence, that's best of the lot. You can hold a maximum of seven cards. There's more, but we'll start from there. One last thing," Shepard deals the cards out, then shuffles the deck again, split and recombine, split again, "Around here there's not a lot to bet with. Money's nothing, chips don't matter, keeping secrets is your own business."

Though only an absolute fool would keep the valuable ones. But pressure on that sort of person only makes them more stubborn, so she doesn't press.

"...But the tea. That's got value. You'll get some sent down to you, from time to time. It's fine enough to drink, but it's better to hoard it. For whatever reason, that's the only thing around here anyone really cares about. Got all that?"
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[personal profile] lucklessgege 2020-11-02 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"A-ah.." He feels his heart shatter in his chest at the sheer reminder of what that moment was like. He remembers that moment vividly but over time the ache had started to ease. Because he knew deep down that someday Hua Cheng would return to him. He just never realized it would be in this way.

He looks down at the food laid out before them, any hunger he might have had fading just a bit. That was one of the hardest moments he had ever experienced.

He lifts his head back up and tries to smile, "San Lang is fine now though and that is what matters."
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[personal profile] crimson_rain 2020-11-02 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Seeing his prince's sad expression and the reaction is heartbreaking. But it's the truth. The pain he cannot spare him.

"I come back to you. I will never leave your side." He said a solemn promise, he never wanted his prince to endure such sorrow.

He smiles back, a genuine one. "Yes, I'm fine." He'll have a cup of wine for now since he hardly felt hunger as a ghost king. But eventually, he needs to nibble on some food to maintain his body that was given to him.
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[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-11-02 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
He'd heard, by word of mouth, that Lan Wangji was back, just as the others had said, offering up comforting words that death wasn't permanent in this place. But it's different, seeing it in person, tracing the gold running through his skin, witnessing the life in his eyes. He should be overjoyed, and really... really, he is happy to see Lan Wangji is all right. He also knows he should keep his distance, so he doesn't spring over, all smiles and hugs, he just nods once.

"I'm fine out here, I can still feel my toes an everything. You go on ahead."
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[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-11-02 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Ever since the wedding, the birthday, and death all happened in one month, he can feel himself slowly drifted away and their friendship has changed. He can feel it and the words get lost triggered in his mind and he felt the phantom pain on his body.

Of course, that's not what he said, but Lan Wangji felt a sudden pain being stabbed to his heart and realized that perhaps he's no longer wanted even though he has no clue that he's actually happy to see him again.

"I...oh. As long as you're fine." At that, he slowly backed away while he has some dignity left, his expression sad and heavy with guilty and suddenly, the snow felt a lot colder to him. In a weak voice, almost a whisper strained with fear. "...Wei Ying, I'm sorry."
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[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-11-02 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
He'd thought he was being kind, but looking up, Lan Wangji looks as if Wei Wuxian might as well have slapped him across the face. Isn't some distance just what he'd asked for? He doesn't have any place in this Lan Wangji's life, and it's best to leave him to it. That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, that he doesn't feel the sting just as sharply, and that he hasn't been practically inconsolable these last few days.

"You don't owe me an apology, Lan Wangji," he tries to keep his voice steady, "I'm glad you're well."
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[personal profile] jinlingers 2020-11-02 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)

Jin Ling hates it but that's not an uncommon thing for Jin Ling really so even if it wasn't what it was it's very possible he might hate it anyway.

"Great..." Jin Ling groans and he finally sticks his hands deep in the water. "It can't get much colder can it?"

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[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-11-02 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Lan Wangji looks at him stoically. He was kind. He need some space and distance to heal properly. Perhaps the words and promise they shared not too long ago becomes a distant dream, an ideal. The truth of it is he now knows that he belongs to the other man, rightfully so, and his emotions, he tries to keep it contained with self-restraint, knowing it's proper and the right thing to feel.

Or perhaps, he was moved by his Wei Ying's devotion and loyalty to him, that he is willing to follow him to the nothingness of death and beyond.

"I know that's unnecessary, and I don't want to loose anything between us. Your friendship means a lot to me, Wei Ying. And we still are. My death is...it was an accident." He said, voice hollow, but knowing he felt better by giving voice to what weight heavily on his thoughts, incoherent and uncertain to how that felt to him.
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[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-11-02 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Lan Z-," he starts, before correcting himself, "I'm not angry with you for dying, I know it's the place's fault, not yours."

One part truth, one part lie. He really isn't mad at Lan Wangji for dying, but he couldn't help blaming himself, at least a little. Why hadn't he been faster? He'd had so many powers at his disposal that night and he still hadn't been fast enough to help Lan Wangji.

"Of course we're still friends," he lets out a breath and starts to walk inside, shaking out his numb feet as he goes.
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[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-11-02 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Lan Zhan stood in the snow for a bit while longer, unable to move. Perhaps half paralyzed with fear which is unlike him. Fear of his failure because he was used to protect him, and the exact opposite happens.

Inwardly, he felt like a stranger to him. Like a part of him died, and he cannot retain who he once was. But he tries.

After a while, he gingerly follows after him inside, cautious, searching for warmth. "Tea...?" He managed to say. "Can we have tea...?" At least that. He wanted to believe him, that they're still friends.
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[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-11-03 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
He misses some of the nuance in Lan Wangji's expression as he passes him, heading inside. Wei Wuxian is half-convinced he means to stay out in the cold, but he hears footsteps follow not long after.

Tea? Wasn't Lan Wangji the one who said he shouldn't approach if he didn't need something? That they should maintain some distance? If he needs something, Wei Wuxian doesn't mind listening, but it's hard to forget that he nearly ruined his soul-twin's wedding.

"Tea? Oh, ah, sure. I don't mind."
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-11-03 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Hard to say. If the whole hotel becomes covered in snow then it would be fairly cold. Hopefully whatever happens, our rooms will be safe from it." He definitely has some concerns about what might happen. Being too hot is terrible but is something they can deal with. It's far harder to deal with getting too cold.

He points towards the skates, "We may want to see about figuring out how to get footwear just in case."
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[personal profile] jinlingers 2020-11-03 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
"How could anyone meditate in this weather?" Jin Ling says, his nose scrunching up. Lost in thought maybe but it's too freezing to meditate.
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[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-11-03 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Wordlessly he enters the lobby of the hotel, getting warmed up. He ignores the staff and the reception, as they are more than glad to ignore him too, and provide little service as they distancing themselves away from him, considering he was to blame for the monsters from the hedge maze and Wei Wuxian making a scene of himself.

At the moment, he doesn't remember anything as to what happened. He's stuck in a blur, a brain-fog of apathy and indifference, unable to recall other than being present and existing.

"It just nice seeing you again." He said quietly, and he helps himself to a cup of hot lemon tea, trying his best not to rely on staff for any service.

"You're always a familiar face. You light up my life. I guess the light becomes dim and dimmer and...I wanted to go home."
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[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-11-03 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
Now that they're keeping pace with one another, Wei Wuxian can't help noticing that Lan Wangji does seem a little more curt with the staff, his demeanor cooler than usual even. He sits across the table from the other man, not touching the teapot just yet, but content to drink in the details.

The gold lines across Lan Zhan's skin tell a story, highlighting the wounds that had ended his life just days ago. It was as beautiful as it was grim, and he tries not to let his eyes linger.

"Mm," he says softly, nodding, "how's the other- I mean, your husband? I'm surprised he's let you out of his sight after all that."

It's his face that seems to have caused plenty of trouble. Maybe that's all it is, since he was lucky enough not to be stuck with Mo Xuanyu's features even in his new body. If his soul-twin was afforded the same chance, how would it have changed things?

The rest is... worrying. Is he making connections that aren't there? Or is Lan Zhan suggesting... his death was an accident, wasn't it? He doesn't want to believe that Lan Zhan would be seeking it out, just for a chance to go home.

"Don't let it go out, we'll get there. We'll make it home," he tries to sound reassuring. His Lan Zhan had woken with nightmares about just that, not long ago, and getting home was on all their minds.
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[personal profile] lucklessgege 2020-11-03 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm glad you are here San Lang, but I hope more that with the two of us together we can find a way to return home." Because as relaxing as it is in the hotel, there is also a danger he can sense beneath the surface.

"This place is peaceful most of the time, but with any world there is unfortunate moments."
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[personal profile] crimson_rain 2020-11-07 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
He realized he's walking around barefoot too, walking over snow. "Meditating in cold water helps you become more aware of your senses. I know some monks, they would meditate under the waterfall for that purpose to clear their minds."

He continues to smile. "Are you a cultivator?" It's a guess.
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[personal profile] crimson_rain 2020-11-07 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
With a nod, he realized he maybe trapped here the months prior. "I will help you find a way back home, your highness."

Hua Cheng isn't aware of the danger yet, but even if he does know, it won't phase him.

"Such as? Any unfortunate moments I need to be aware of?"
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[personal profile] lucklessgege 2020-11-07 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head and holds up his hands to try and wave away any of Hua Cheng's concerns. "No no..I haven't been harmed at all since being here. You don't have to worry."

He's pretty lucky in that respect because he has heard that not everyone has managed to live peacefully.
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[personal profile] jinlingers 2020-11-08 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)

Jin Ling isn't the sort that would choose discomfort for meditating better unless there was a really, really good reason and right now he definitely can't think of any.

"I know some that would do such too but I am not one of them -- but I am a cultivator."

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