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November 4th, 1888
Date: November 4th, 1888
Time: 12:00am - 6:30am
Location: All over the manor
Characters: Everyone [OPEN/CLOSED]
Summary: The inhabitants of Aungier awaken to find the manor taken over by a horrifying, unnatural fungi. This post is for those looking to find its source and destroy it.
Warnings: Will add as needed.
Behind the face of the grandfather clock in the main stairwell, full-blossomed mushrooms glow with a new ferocity, illuminating the numbers and showing the stopped time to be midnight exactly. With the predatory way that this new guest reacts to its humanoid bedfellows, it is all too easy to imagine that it consciously stopped the clocks at this precise time. But then again, those are the ravings of madmen and as the atmosphere begins to oppress and thoughts start to slip into feverish, imagined places, perhaps it would be wise to try and seize what little sense one has left.
Those with the least dulled minds might find themselves wondering, what of the Lord and Lady of the manor? Surely, the steely Lady Valdemar would not have succumbed to such lunacy? Others still might have retaliation blooming in their minds with a speed rivaling the spread of the mushrooms themselves. It is a weed and, like any weed, must be uprooted at its very source.
The hour hand of the clock twitches, desperate to move forwards, and then falls still again. The pendulum stops swinging and the illusion is fixed into place.
Time: 12:00am - 6:30am
Location: All over the manor
Characters: Everyone [OPEN/
Summary: The inhabitants of Aungier awaken to find the manor taken over by a horrifying, unnatural fungi. This post is for those looking to find its source and destroy it.
Warnings: Will add as needed.
Behind the face of the grandfather clock in the main stairwell, full-blossomed mushrooms glow with a new ferocity, illuminating the numbers and showing the stopped time to be midnight exactly. With the predatory way that this new guest reacts to its humanoid bedfellows, it is all too easy to imagine that it consciously stopped the clocks at this precise time. But then again, those are the ravings of madmen and as the atmosphere begins to oppress and thoughts start to slip into feverish, imagined places, perhaps it would be wise to try and seize what little sense one has left.
Those with the least dulled minds might find themselves wondering, what of the Lord and Lady of the manor? Surely, the steely Lady Valdemar would not have succumbed to such lunacy? Others still might have retaliation blooming in their minds with a speed rivaling the spread of the mushrooms themselves. It is a weed and, like any weed, must be uprooted at its very source.
The hour hand of the clock twitches, desperate to move forwards, and then falls still again. The pendulum stops swinging and the illusion is fixed into place.
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Any other human would fling out an arm in a vain attempt to stay upright, futile though the attempt might be. Temeraire does not. Instead he falls with a curious expression on his face, as if he is struggling to move appendages that are not entirely there, and when he hits the ground--more or less at Robin's feet--he lies there, a little dazed, and not entirely convinced that gravity has taken hold.
It is a moment before he can muster up the energy to look up, and when he does, his eyes are unfocused, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion.
"Laurence," he murmurs. "Whatever are you doing up there?"