Setting
THE PARTY
Characters will be attending a party, this party has been around for decades.
Everyone is invited, status or popularity means nothing.
The town they live in is small.
Almost everyone knows each other if not by name then by face.
THE CHANGE
The change from the real world is sudden.
No one is going to know what is going on.
There is no way out of the building - yet.
You're welcomed to move about in groups or alone.
Everything is dark, all the people are gone aside from a select few.
Everything from the party is gone as well.
There is a constant feeling of being watched.
During the roleplay I will post prompts for clues and danger. I might even contact you to let you know about a possible prompt that could be triggered if you desire to.
Characters will be attending a party, this party has been around for decades.
Everyone is invited, status or popularity means nothing.
The town they live in is small.
Almost everyone knows each other if not by name then by face.
THE CHANGE
The change from the real world is sudden.
No one is going to know what is going on.
There is no way out of the building - yet.
You're welcomed to move about in groups or alone.
Everything is dark, all the people are gone aside from a select few.
Everything from the party is gone as well.
There is a constant feeling of being watched.
During the roleplay I will post prompts for clues and danger. I might even contact you to let you know about a possible prompt that could be triggered if you desire to.
Minimap
northwest |
north |
northeast |
west |
You are here. |
east |
southwest |
south |
southeast |
The Museum is a part of 
PURGATORIO.
2 Characters Here
Setting
0.00 INK
There was a long list of things that Adelaide hated about planes, you were confined into a small space with so many strangers who had god knows what type of diseases as they coughed into the air without thinking to block their mouths. Grimacing a little bit, she pulled her blanket closer to her mouth in an attempt to protect herself from them, she hated people so much. She would have given anything to have been able to drive from the city but of course her old car finally kicked the bucket several days earlier. It would have cost more to fix it instead of the plane. While Adelaide was tempted to pay the money it would have left her with almost nothing till she got a job in town. With all the thoughts floating around her mind, sleep never came instead chocolate eyes just stared out the window into the darkness of the night as they glided through the air. This wasnât the worse situation she could be in at least.
Her grandparentâs home was just as she remembered just more weathered. Smiling Adelaide walked into the home, taking settling in as memories flooded her. Empty boxes started to stack themselves but if she had to be honest, she felt like she had achieved nothing so far. Pouting she was about to open a new box when her stomach grumbled reminding her she hadnât eaten since the morning when she got into the airport. Adelaide was scared to check the fridge, unsure if anyone had taken care of that whole situation. The walk to the dinner wasnât bad, the weather was nice and warm without the feeling of dehydration. Almost nothing had changed, the spot where the movie theater once stood was now a memorial. When it caught her eye something in her heart broke but just as quickly as she looked at it she looked away moving to the diner instead. Conversations were had and somehow she ended up invited to a party, well not just a party but the party.
It was a popular thing here, she heard about it during her visit and when she was younger she looked forward to the possibility of going to one when she was a teenager. The thought made Adelaide roll her eyes, she was an annoying child but she wasnât going to turn down the opportunity to talk to others and maybe get some information that might help the investigation. When Adelaide headed to the museum she noticed how quiet the streets were, shops had closed early and everyone appeared to either be going home or her direction. The party was already going, everyone inside was talking in one of the exhibits that looked like it went through the evolution of man - dimly light by the displays with tables of food and drinks. Grabbing a cup Adelaide made her way to another room following the sound of dance music as she did, they seriously went all out. Looking around with wide eyes she was surprised they were able to do things like this, taking a sip of her drink she smiled to a few people as they smiled to her but she had no clue where to start. Pushing some of her long brown hair behind her ear she tried to find a corner to hide in for now.
Mrs. Thompson died five hours before the party. It was inopportune to say the least, but Lena was not one to back down from a challenge. By the time Brian had the old woman on the slab, she was already offering sincere, if strained, condolences to the family. They were a young couple, both tripping anxiously on the doorstep of the Funeral Home as the sun turned towards afternoon and the paperwork only seemed to pile up. She'd likely to see them both at the party later, she knew, and so made a note of their faces so that she could smile sympathetically in their directionâ should their eyes meet over the course of the evening.
Luckily Mrs. Thompson was old, and Lena finished the necessary work with enough time to spare. Brian, bless his heart, gave her a smile that didn't reach his eyes when he told her to head off, that he'd finish and lock up. She knew better than to wonder if he resented her leavingâ Brian was far past the age of partying. One of these days she'd have him on the slab.
She left work and went home, where she spent some time getting ready. The positives of working in a funeral home was that she had wide range of nice-looking clothing to choose from. The negatives were that they were all blackâ and though they were professional, they weren't exactly party material. In the end she chose a modest outfit with a large necklace. She put on a small amount of makeup, took a long hard look in the mirror, and chugged a glass of wine for good measure.
Thus she arrived, half an hour later, at the museum. It was a tasteful venue, by which she meant that even if she couldn't find anyone worth talking to over the course of the evening, she would at the very least be able to enjoy some of the exhibits. And if that was off the table, then, she'd just have to get absolutely shitfaced. Having reached that conclusion, she took a deep breath and entered.
Luckily Mrs. Thompson was old, and Lena finished the necessary work with enough time to spare. Brian, bless his heart, gave her a smile that didn't reach his eyes when he told her to head off, that he'd finish and lock up. She knew better than to wonder if he resented her leavingâ Brian was far past the age of partying. One of these days she'd have him on the slab.
She left work and went home, where she spent some time getting ready. The positives of working in a funeral home was that she had wide range of nice-looking clothing to choose from. The negatives were that they were all blackâ and though they were professional, they weren't exactly party material. In the end she chose a modest outfit with a large necklace. She put on a small amount of makeup, took a long hard look in the mirror, and chugged a glass of wine for good measure.
Thus she arrived, half an hour later, at the museum. It was a tasteful venue, by which she meant that even if she couldn't find anyone worth talking to over the course of the evening, she would at the very least be able to enjoy some of the exhibits. And if that was off the table, then, she'd just have to get absolutely shitfaced. Having reached that conclusion, she took a deep breath and entered.
All day Jason wrestled with the decision on whether or not he would attend this yearâs party. There wasnât a particular reason why he didnât want to go, just a feeling that didnât sit too well with him. Maybe it was all the built up tension over the last few months surrounding him and his friend group, or that a few people he hadnât seen in years were suddenly popping up out of nowhere. But, at the end of the day, he couldnât resist a good time. Besides, he had been working pretty hard lately with a full schedule that left him no room for fun. So little time in fact that he hardly had enough time to run home home and shower after work. He moved through the motions of getting ready, never minding the clock even as it was getting late. There was a small sliver of dread that nestled itself in his core, but Jason merely downed a couple of beers to drown it out.
By the time he was about to walk out the door, his phone buzzed in quick succession in his back pocket. Jason lit up a cigarette once he was outside and shoved the pack and the lighter into his jacket pocket before retrieving the phone. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly at the words, his finger swiping to reply.
If there was anything in the world that would cause him an iota of pain, it was Amelia. How could something that started out so perfect wind up so convoluted and dark? To be honest, the situation wasnât fair to either of them. Between his cheating and her addiction, they created a toxic environment that their vices fed off of. Perhaps one of the only differences was that Jason could willfully stop his illicit activities whereas Amelia was probably at the point where it was no longer her choice; addiction was no joke.
He wrestled with it for years, his adulterous habits. At first it was a stupid, teenage hormone driven affair. But as the years went on and as Amelia relied more and more on pills than him, he only got worse. He couldnât confide in her at one point, finding that when he needed her the most she wasnât...there. Not as herself, anyway. So his habit to turning to other people just stuck until it was more of a supplement than anything else. Some nights he wished it were different, that they were different. It was hard caring for someone who was destroying themselves; he refused to watch it. At the very least, after a while he didnât deny it. He had owned up to his deeds admitting that he was wrong and that it was an asshole move. But at the end of the day, it was cheaper than therapy and if she wasnât going to try, why should he?
Jason scrubbed the side of his face with his free hand as he walked. According to his mother, they both needed a good, meaningful therapy session. His mother loved Amelia and often scolded her son over how she needed someone to stick by her instead of turning his back on her every other weekend. His father stopped breaching the subject all together. Whatever they would do, it needed to happen for he was growing weary. Theyâd have to talk -- an actual conversation instead of yelling and fighting, and figure something out. He was tired of everyone looking at him as if he were some sort of monster.
He flicked his cigarette into a puddle before entering the museum, grateful for the dim lighting. The crowd was starting to thicken, meaning that it'd be easier to maneuver without a million eyes on him; he wasn't quite ready for the barrage of questions from people he hadn't seen in awhile. Instead, he slipped through the crowd hoping that Amelia's vivid hair would serve as a beacon in the sea of people, and it did. She looked good, happy even. Jason sidled up next to her, dipping his head to deposit a kiss on her cheek.
"You look great." He offered with a grin, feeling a wave of nostalgia crash over him. Things would be so much different if they were...well, different. Jason was the first to admit that he lost many things, including good friends because he was acting like a spoiled brat. If only he could pull up out of the nose dive, he'd be golden. He chewed on his lip for a moment before pulling a face, one lost between unsurety and hesitation. "Hey...we should.." Jason drew in a breath, trying to find the right words that wouldn't sour the mood before the night even started. "We should talk, after this. Get some coffee at the diner." He hoped that his tone was calm and even though so that it didn't come off as mean spirited. To soften his approach, he raised his hand to her cheek briefly, his fingers brushing against the softness of her skin. They both needed to grow up, or separate. It was as simple as that.
By the time he was about to walk out the door, his phone buzzed in quick succession in his back pocket. Jason lit up a cigarette once he was outside and shoved the pack and the lighter into his jacket pocket before retrieving the phone. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly at the words, his finger swiping to reply.
[Iâm on my my way, see you soon.]
If there was anything in the world that would cause him an iota of pain, it was Amelia. How could something that started out so perfect wind up so convoluted and dark? To be honest, the situation wasnât fair to either of them. Between his cheating and her addiction, they created a toxic environment that their vices fed off of. Perhaps one of the only differences was that Jason could willfully stop his illicit activities whereas Amelia was probably at the point where it was no longer her choice; addiction was no joke.
He wrestled with it for years, his adulterous habits. At first it was a stupid, teenage hormone driven affair. But as the years went on and as Amelia relied more and more on pills than him, he only got worse. He couldnât confide in her at one point, finding that when he needed her the most she wasnât...there. Not as herself, anyway. So his habit to turning to other people just stuck until it was more of a supplement than anything else. Some nights he wished it were different, that they were different. It was hard caring for someone who was destroying themselves; he refused to watch it. At the very least, after a while he didnât deny it. He had owned up to his deeds admitting that he was wrong and that it was an asshole move. But at the end of the day, it was cheaper than therapy and if she wasnât going to try, why should he?
Jason scrubbed the side of his face with his free hand as he walked. According to his mother, they both needed a good, meaningful therapy session. His mother loved Amelia and often scolded her son over how she needed someone to stick by her instead of turning his back on her every other weekend. His father stopped breaching the subject all together. Whatever they would do, it needed to happen for he was growing weary. Theyâd have to talk -- an actual conversation instead of yelling and fighting, and figure something out. He was tired of everyone looking at him as if he were some sort of monster.
He flicked his cigarette into a puddle before entering the museum, grateful for the dim lighting. The crowd was starting to thicken, meaning that it'd be easier to maneuver without a million eyes on him; he wasn't quite ready for the barrage of questions from people he hadn't seen in awhile. Instead, he slipped through the crowd hoping that Amelia's vivid hair would serve as a beacon in the sea of people, and it did. She looked good, happy even. Jason sidled up next to her, dipping his head to deposit a kiss on her cheek.
"You look great." He offered with a grin, feeling a wave of nostalgia crash over him. Things would be so much different if they were...well, different. Jason was the first to admit that he lost many things, including good friends because he was acting like a spoiled brat. If only he could pull up out of the nose dive, he'd be golden. He chewed on his lip for a moment before pulling a face, one lost between unsurety and hesitation. "Hey...we should.." Jason drew in a breath, trying to find the right words that wouldn't sour the mood before the night even started. "We should talk, after this. Get some coffee at the diner." He hoped that his tone was calm and even though so that it didn't come off as mean spirited. To soften his approach, he raised his hand to her cheek briefly, his fingers brushing against the softness of her skin. They both needed to grow up, or separate. It was as simple as that.
It took some time before Deli started to feel comfortable amongst the growing crowd. She was thankful the corner she was in gave her a little bit of comfort. Everyone around her was laughing and talking, pretty much everyone seemed to know one another making her feel like the odd man out the more she just stood around. Suddenly she started to think that tonight wasnât the night to gather information, she might be better off to leave for now. Honestly she wasnât entirely sure how to go about the whole situation, taking her phone out of her pocket Deli knitted her eyebrows at the zero notifications. The officer that had put the damn idea into her head hadnât gotten back to her since she got to town which did nothing but frustrate her with a low grumble she shoved her phone back away. Taking a sip from her drink, she let out a low sigh due to her thoughts before a small group of girls suddenly approached her, âYou look lonely!â One of them screeched tipsily at her before latching an arm into one of her own. It took her by surprise and at first she wanted to run away but in mere minutes they were all talking, they bombarded her with questions about her past. Deli kept it fairly vague not wanted them to associate her with grandparents just yet.
The conversation was going well until one of the girls turned oddly causing her drink to spill onto Deliâs shirt. âI am so sorry!â Immediately the other reached out trying to do whatever could be done in order to fix the problem but it had already soured her mood.
âItâs okay, donât worry about it.â Pushing the girlâs hands away gently she just continued to smile, trying her hardest not to tell her off about watching her inability to hold her liquor. âIâm just going to get some air.â Quickly Deli got away from the situation entirely mumbling under her breath the whole time. Going outside subdued her anger the second the cool fresh air hit her nose. Reaching into her over shirt pocket, the anger came back when she realized the spilled drink ruined the pack of matches she had. With a cigarette in her hand her eyes darted around, mostly everyone had started to filter back inside but the smell of smoke was coming from somewhere. Following it she saw a man leaning against the brick wall of the building, âCan I borrow your lighter?â Calling out, she walked over to him with a small smile.
- 4 posts here • Page 1 of 1