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Winter Rose: the garden of a wish...

Winter Rose: the garden of a wish...

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Strangers find themselves at a mysterious manor surrounded by an impenetrable ring of roses... roses that bloom in the dead of winter. They're not going anywhere, and it's up to them to make the best of their situation. The manor may have other plans.

1,128 readers have visited Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... since Marionette created it.

Introduction

Note: I’m giving the people who were in the interest check first crack at submission. Effectively, this RP is fully reserved unless a number of those players decide not to join. Sorry!

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A seed without roots may wither and wither.

A leaf with no sun may despair.

A branch that is hewn may never recover.

They bloom in the crystalline air…







Introduction

Wake up.

The air carries the scent of ice. It’s the kind of cold that stings your skin, burns your lungs, and creeps into your bones. There’s a dusting of snow on the ground. It crunches with each step you take.

A house sprawls before you. Its classic architecture is painted soft cream and roofed in brown. With the snow, it resembles a sugar-frosted gingerbread house. Then again, at three stories, it's more of a gingerbread manor.

Should you turn around, you’ll see something else – something as red as fresh-spilled blood. The clearing is surrounded by a briar ring abloom with roses. The bushes are entangled, choked so tight and so thick you can’t see beyond. If you crane your head, giant pines loom overhead. But the roses – the roses have no end. No entry. No opening.

What is this? Why are you here?

No answer comes.


Explanation

Welcome to Winter Rose: the garden of a wish.... Inspired by j-horror, the gothic genre, fairy tales, and all things creepy, this game tells the tale of various strangers trapped on the grounds of a mysterious house. Not one remembers how they got here, and it doesn't look like they'll be leaving anytime soon. Although it's the dead of winter, this place - Rose Manor - is surrounded by a circle of roses in full, luscious bloom. But with roses come thorns, and these are no exception. The brambles are so thick and so strong, it's impossible to enter. You would bleed as red as the roses themselves. No matter how many are cut down, more seem to spring in the way.

(The guests will be staying for tea...)

Now these strangers must explore and unravel the secrets of Rose Manor, but the task won't be easy. Although it looks normal - if lavish and antiquated - inside, this house doesn't play by the rules. Strange presences, secret passages, and spectacles straight out of dreams...
But it's not a dream. This world is as real as the harm it can do. Perhaps these guests can find a way to return, but first they'll have to survive.

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Here is the profile skeleton. When applying, you can either dump it all into the description box or spread it out into the special fields (personality in Personality, history in History, possessions in Equipment, etc.). Just make sure it’s all there! You can keep things brief if you prefer; I’m looking for polish, mainly. Well-developed characters are encouraged.
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[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Profession:[/b]
[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] (A text description. Pictures aren't required, but they are allowed in addition to the text.)
[b]Abilities:[/b] (Remember, no supernatural abilities. Any specialized skills your character has.)
[b]History:[/b] (A brief bio is required, but if you'd rather PM it to me than write it on the profile, that's fine too.)
[b]Possessions:[/b] (Your character only starts with what they had on their person. Having pockets or wearing a purse, backpack, etc. with everyday items is acceptable.)

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Basics:
1. I'm looking for lovely, creative people with a decent grasp of the English language. That's it! There are no post minimums or maximums. Just make sure you move the RP forward and give people something to respond to, and we're all good.
2. This is a freeform game, but the GMing will have elements of tabletop style, so it will work a little differently than your average freeform game. Please make sure to review the Play Style section so you know what you're getting into!
3. It's nice if everyone can post at least once a week, but that's not a strict requirement! We all get busy. Just try to warn us if you're going to be gone for a while. If you disappear for so long that it's seriously holding the game up, I reserve the right to gently, temporarily move your character out of the way IC so that we can continue.

Characters:
1. Player characters are normal humans from modern Earth. Special powers (magic, psychic abilities, futuristic technology, etc.) are not allowed, and back stories should make sense. Otherwise, knock yourself out! Well-developed and fully realized characters are encouraged.
2. A character's starting possessions are limited to what one might reasonably have on an average day. Ordinary items in pockets, backpacks, purses, messenger bags, etc. are fine, but your character starts with nothing that wasn't on their body at the time they disappeared. That I'll leave up to you; clothing should follow suit. Any cellphones or networked devices will not function (at least not in the normal way), and there's no electricity in the manor.
3. Characters start out with no recollection of how they woke up at the manor. They don't know what or where it is. They do know exactly who they are and what they were doing the moment (at least, it feels like just a moment) before they ended up on the frozen earth alongside a bunch of strangers. Whether they'll ever remember what happened remains to be seen.

Play Style:
1. The world of Rose Manor is finite: layout and objects are predetermined, not made up on the spot. For a rundown of the major features of any room you have access to, see the manor page (heavily under construction, not much there yet). Other than that and any implied details (see #2), you'll be depending on me to tell you what is where when exploring. For example, if you open a drawer you've never opened before, you don't know what's going to be inside it. This is important. In order to make exploration more exciting, neither you nor your character will always know what to expect. When approaching a space you've never seen before, you should be leaving room for me to relay to you what was there (ex. "Jane slowly pulled at the drawer." and not "Jane slowly pulled at the drawer to reveal a stack of papers."). You should also remember that not everything is safe (see #3).

2. You can, of course, make certain assumptions based on the information given, and that leaves room for some improvisation. Not everything requires GM handling. If there's a china cabinet full of dishes, you can reasonably expect a plate or a bowl or a teacup to be in there. Unless it's specifically stated otherwise, a bed is going to have sheets and blankets and pillows. Common sense applies: if it's implied that something is there -- if it wouldn't make any sense for something not to be there -- it's there (unless I say it isn't or somebody takes it, of course; it shouldn't contradict anything already established). In that case, you can act on it without asking even if it was never expressly stated. This is especially true if the detail you're improvising doesn't have any major impact on the game. If I tell you there's "a pantry full of dry staples like sugar and flour," go ahead and pull a bag of oats out.

3. Actions have consequences. Anything you do could lead to an unexpected result, and that result may be GM-mandated. Remember that as you explore and interact with objects! Rose Manor’s reality is its own. Additionally, things may happen to your character that are beyond the character’s immediate control (don’t worry, this will never be used to harm your character without giving you a chance to avoid it). Please only join if you’re okay with this kind of GM input.

It will work as follows: if it’s something other characters can perceive (e.g. your character begins to float off the ground in front of everyone), I’ll simply write it in the RP text. If it’s something only your character can perceive (e.g. your character alone hears a deep moan), I’ll PM you the information.

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Sheer snow sparkled on every surface, and the air bit at the skin of anyone not dressed for the occasion. A handful of guests lay in a neat row just beyond the door of an antiquated manor. Their faces were still as those of the dead, but these few languished in the palm of sleep instead. Death's cousin was gentle, transitory, and soon they would stir. The chime of a bell pierced the air, or perhaps it only pierced their minds.

The manor waited. Windows studded walls of brick and wood, and when the light hit, they gleamed like so many dark eyes. Its mouth, the door, remained closed -- for now.

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Jenna Grant


The soft ringing of her alarm clock woke her up. Wait, no... that wasn't her alarm... That was some sort of bell... What on Earth were the neighbors doing with a bell at this hour? Why is it so cold? Jenna slowly sat up from her horizontal position, blinking against the blinding glare of the light against the snow. What the..? Reaching to her side, she was relieved to find her Coach purse. Absorbed in finding her sunglasses to shield her eyes from the bright sun reflecting off the stark white of the snow, Jenna did not even notice the bodies laying beside her. Digging through her medium sized purse, she finally found the pair of large black glasses she was looking for. Upon placing them over her eyes, she let out a content sigh. Much bett-- "OH MY GOD! Jesus Christ, are you alright?!" Jenna had noticed the bodies now.

Immediately she shifted over on her side to place herself over the body closest to her. "Hello? Can you hear me?" He looked dead. Fear gripped her insides and gave them a nasty twist. She reached over him, to place both hands on his shoulders and gently tried to shake him. "Oh, God, don't be dead. Please don't be dead." Surprisingly, through her panic, she was not on the verge of tears or hysteria. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remained calm, cool, and collect. She knew first-aid, so there was no reason to panic. Even still, she reached into her purse and looked as quickly as she could for her iPhone 5. Upon finding it, she turned it on and was about to dial 911, when she noticed that the screen looked funny. As if a TV had been turned on, but the cable had been shut off. White noise radiated from the device. Confused, she turned it off and back on again; only to get the same result. "Are you kidding me?" Tossing the phone back into her purse, she returned her attention to the man beside her. Checking his pulse, she easily found a heartbeat, and now that she had calmed down a little, also noticed he was breathing just fine.

Letting out of breath of relief, she looked to the other bodies and noticed that they, too, were breathing. Able to calm her heartbeat now, she turned her attention to her surroundings. Against the pale of the snow, roses bloomed in vibrant color. Completely confused now, Jenna slowly pulled herself into a standing position. Curiously walking over to the bushes, she peered past the beautiful buds and noticed that the thorns were weaved together so tightly it would be impossible to pass through. Looking around her in a 360 degree turn, she found that the roses were endless. Just beyond the roses, if she stood on her tip toes, were tall pines but they seemed impossible to get to.

Convinced that she was either dreaming or in some twisted version of a Saw game, Jenna decided her best bet was to first and foremost; get out of this damned cold. Her red peacoat was soaked from laying in the snow. Realizing that it was quite cold now, due to being wet and due to the surrounding snowfall, Jenna decided that she'd really like to get warm. Now, her mother always told her not to talk to strangers, but as a news reporter, that's pretty much all she ever did. Therefore, she figured that even though this house was a stranger to her; it could potentially keep her from catching a nasty cold that would lay her out of work for at least three days.

She started for the door, but stopped. She couldn't leave the others just laying out in the cold. With a moral block, she sighed. Walking back over to the other bodies, she again tried to wake them up. As she gently shook them once more, she decided that if they did not wake this time; she would drag them in.

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Mark began by opening his eyes and allowing all the raw light to pour in and blind him, causing the reaction of immediately recoiling and jumping to his feet as he rubbed his eyes and temple with his hand, he looked around and was understandably shocked by his surroundings, this was not the tax department in which he had been carrying out his social service, this was something else and alien to his person.

Snow was a stranger to him, he got up visibly shaken by this unexpeced turn in his life and carefully analyzed his surroundings, some things stood out to him first of them all was the apparent fact that he was not in his previous location and that something was grimly amiss, he knew that the country of the north had snow but everything he had heard pointed to this being an occurrence that would only present itself on winter, his last memory was not of that season.

Must be something I ate

Second was the fact of the roses, never in his life had he seen them in such quantities, he had walked into stores and gardens in his lifetime to be sure but all those previous experiences paled by comparison of magnitude, the only things that did not immediately sport roses or snow were that towering structure in front of him, a manor of some sort, it did not share any similarities to the cabins that he was accustomed to, all he knew of such places were derived of trips with family and friends to the mexican forests in which they huddled together alongside the fire and drank, ate meat, played and told a horror story or two.

This manor was a building of a regal nature with dark stones making the bulk of its foundations and a gothic style alike the churches that the Mexican knew all too well, he kept looking to its roof to see if he could spot a gargoyle or some other vantage point to which he could climb, even with the snow he was sure footed and had strong enduring limbs from a youth spent in sweat and sun, yet despite this he could not see any rewards from climbing the outside of the house if he had not tried yet the inside, he noticed the people lying around him then and felt a cold slither in his back, something of ill portent was at work here, his eyes drifted immediately to the woman who was standing, being rather intimate with women in situations of high stress the Mexican lifted his hands showing his harmless disposition and said slowly and loudly "Where are we?" he backed away from her in a steady calm demeanor, while she looked harmless,but his careless relatives were dead

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#, as written by Ion
Sometimes, his mind was a symphony even when he slept. The notes of a fugue, gentle and lilting, were his companions this night, captured in the clear glass prism of dream as undulating color-sounds, drifting across what might have been a landscape, had it contained any geographical features whatsoever. It didn’t and it wasn’t, but in the amicable embrace of sleep, he didn’t think to wonder at that, and simply accepted it. He had the vague notion that he was waiting for something, though he knew not what, and floated what may count as forward, seeking after the cause of the nameless pull in the heart that this version of him did not possess.

The music grew louder as the maestro (as he was sometimes called here, and somewhere else he could not remember) moved, but to his sensitive ears, there was an irregularity, an imperfection, something that did not belong. At first, he tried to ignore it, resolving that surely it would flee in its own time, but as the hours or seconds or years drew onward, it became only more insistent, a little niggle somewhere in the back of his mind that pressed upon his senses like warm cotton, stifling the other instruments one by one until it was distinct, the thin lines of a silver bell-chime.

But why was it here?

Hello? Can you hear me? A voice somehow broke into his sanctuary, and it was no tuneful aria. Indeed, the cadence was soft, as though distant, but the undertones of panic were clear even so. Harsh against the imminent, inexorable peace that came from the fugue, it seemed to match more closely the sibilant but discordant chiming. He did not understand, but he knew that understanding was not achieved without investigation, and so he moved again, this time seeking those things which had disturbed his internal orchestra.

Alessandro sat up suddenly, pulling in a lungful of sharply-chilled air. The abrupt motion made him dizzy, and though one gloved hand braced him against the yielding ground, the other rose to his forehead, rubbing at his temple as he blinked, trying to clear his vision and allow his eyes to adjust to the stark brightness of what appeared to be… snow? Yes, surely. A field full of newly-fallen snow. And a house a short distance away. “What… on earth?” he murmured softly, turning his head to look around further. There was a woman, gently shaking another prone form of some kind, but then she stood, and a man entered his visual field as well, speaking slowly and at volume enough even to be heard.

Deciding that this was as good a time as any, Alessandro pushed himself to his feet, gathering his long legs under him a bit awkwardly before he was able to properly stand. He still felt a bit woozy, but of greater concern was his location. Wracking his brain, he decided that the last thing he could remember was walking to the concert hall, having just exited the cab that dropped him about a block away to avoid the myriad of cars trying to park. Not for him, of course; there was a basketball game occurring in the sporting complex across the street.

How was it that he remembered a trivial detail like that, but nothing afterward? At first, he thought he might have been attacked or knocked out violently, but he was in no pain and seemed to be free of injury. He doubted he’d been dosed with chloroform or something similar, but it seemed the only plausible explanation. Either that, or he was dreaming. It was certainly surreal enough to be one of his dreams, but in this as with life it was best to go along with events and see what happened.

“A good question,” he agreed mildly. “And another: do either of you remember how it is we came to be here?” He glanced towards the small manse. Perhaps someone in there would know, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to approach it just yet.

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#, as written by Celedia
Gabriella Rocha


Hazy yet rapidly flashing lights in an assortment of colors danced against a black background. It was like being in a club but not. There was no music, no throbbing vibration of bass beating against her skin and though the euphoria overriding her senses seemed real enough, it didn’t have that chemical overtone that she was used to experiencing. Not shrooms, not E… What was she feeling? Was this a dream?

The vibrant hues disappeared as she lurched back into consciousness but the light was brighter than she remembered. A brilliantly white backdrop replaced the shadowy environment from her unconscious or subconscious thoughts, whichever they had been and the first sounds that wormed their ways into her ears were… Voices?

Blinking rapidly, she let herself lay upon the ground for a minute to gather her bearings. She wasn’t worried at all. In fact, she had woken in strange places often enough that it didn’t seem odd to be appear in a strange place with no memory of the past few hours and no recollection of ever meeting the people that were now hovering around her.

Once she was sure that she wasn’t about to throw up or pass out, she slipped a hand behind her and pushed herself up into a sitting position only to realize that the palm she had placed upon the ground was freezing and wet. She jerked her hand up close to her face, frowning at the implications as snow melted from her fingertips and only then did she truly begin to take in her surroundings.

A large building loomed in front of her. She was in a yard. Whose yard?

Her vision shifted, now focusing more intently on the three people that were up and moving about. None of them looked like the sort of people she usually hung around and even more confusing was that none of them appeared to be club goers. No one was dressed to impress… Well, at least the sort of dress to impress that mingled with hot sweaty bodies dancing to house or techno music so perhaps she was still in a dream? Leaning down, she pinched her bare calf between thumb and forefinger and winced as the pain lanced through her.

If this was a dream it sucked.

Gabriella pushed herself to her feet, dusting the snow from her skin and clothing as she made her way passed the three strangers whom she still hadn’t spoken a word to yet. Rose bushes hedged them in and she couldn’t see over them nor through them and a look in each direction told her that they continued on around the entire yard. Pine trees swayed silently beyond them but there was no way to reach the nearest evergreen without somehow first pushing passed the briars.

“This is a bunch of bullshit…” She grumbled to herself, pulling her hood up over her chocolate-hued locks and zipping her sweatshirt to ward off the cold as she set off towards the nearest bush to investigate. Thoughts of kidnapping or the Saw movies never entering her mind as she reached out to pluck one of the crimson blooms from its thorny housing. Simple curiosity had taken over now.

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As the four guests awoke, one remained on the ground: a youth, thin and frail, his pallor accentuated by the snow. Emmet didn't stir yet, but with some attention, one might notice the slow rise and fall of his chest. A clunky carpet bag was splayed across him.

With a soft, organic snap, the blossom fell into Gabriella's grasp. This was the only answer to her curiosity. The petals were like silk, and fragrance clung to them. All around the strangers, the scent of roses mingled with the crispness of ice. The contrast announced itself with each breath.

Beyond them, the house sat as quietly as the roses. The door and windows remained shut, and the place spoke of overwhelming silence. No bird sang, and even the sunlight seemed drained of life. The sun itself hid behind the clouds, but the level of brightness indicated morning, perhaps, if not afternoon. It dimmed and brightened as the clouds shifted in the sky. At the ground level, though, there was no wind. All was still.

Yet the shutters had not been closed, and if one watched closely, a faint glow flickered behind the windowpanes. How much light or what kind was hard to judge in the daylight. Even so, it was the first sign -- the only sign -- of life.

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#, as written by Celedia
Gabriella Rocha



So the rose broke off as a rose should do. The thorns didn’t turn into tentacles that drew her towards a maw that manifested in the bushes and they didn’t suddenly grow, spiking through her fingertips like mini swords. Conclusion? She still didn’t think it was a dream.

Just some sort of fucked up reality.

God, I need a drink…. She mused as she flicked off all of the thorns on the perfect bloom, shortening the stem so she could tuck it behind her right ear and after her new accessory was in place she began digging through her purse for something, still oblivious to those that stood around the front yard. They had lapsed into silence anyway so perhaps they had realized that shit was going crazy too.

Her hand clasped around a thin silver flask and the top came off easily enough, allowing her to put the spout to her painted lips and take three long draws from its contents. The taste of Everclear always made her wince and she plugged the liquor back up, stowing it for when she needed another shot of liquid courage. Her eyes were clear today and their normal hazel had changed to a near-emerald color. They shifted from person to person, settling on them once again as she tried to figure out what they were doing here with her in this strange place.

Not one for beating around the bush, she stepped up between the three of them, forcing their attention to her for a moment as her eyes then settled upon the lone figure still lying upon the snowy ground. “I’m Gabriella. Gabi. I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing here but I am going to try to get warm.” Jabbing a finger at the manor that loomed before them she wasted no time for return introductions but still she paused, her gaze continually falling back to the blond youth nestled in the snow. God, how she hated being left behind. It happened to her a few times. Partied too hard, took a few too many pills and suddenly she was comatose outside and she ended up waking a few hours later nearly frostbitten or dehydrated depending on the weather.

She sighed forcibly, gathering what she assumed was the young man’s carpet bag and hefting it over her shoulder before she leaned over, curling a small hand around his ankle. No one else was moving him, right? And it wasn’t like she could lift anything much less a person, no matter how small they were.

“Let’s go, blondie…” She muttered as she moved, walking up the trio of stairs that led to the small front porch. The poor youth suffered from her poor planning with his head bumping soundly against every stair on her ascent but hey… At least she was trying to help, right?

Her free hand went to the door, rapping thrice and she waited a full minute for a reply before trying the doorknob, giving it a quick twist as she called out, “Hello?! Is anyone home?”

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The door tilted inward with a drawn out creak, and the house exhaled lukewarm air. The interior was not quite toasty, but it was certainly warmer than standing around in the snow. At the end of the hall lay a fireplace -- and a fresh fire. Paper and kindling were still visible on the grate; tiny flames had just begun to dance among them. Plenty of kindling and several logs sat in a basket nearby. A rich burgundy rug was thrown over the wooden floor, and a few stuffed chairs were arranged around the fireplace.

The walls of the entrance hall were lined with candle sconces, all burning away. Portraits hung between them -- stern gentlemen and cold-eyed ladies in fashion centuries old. Potted plants green with life sat in vases on ornate end tables. Small statues accompanied them, all classical busts, pale and flowing with organic detail. Five doors were immediately visible: two on the left wall, two on the far wall, and one on the right wall. Their layout was symmetrical -- the doors on the far wall were spaced equally on either side of the fireplace, and the closest doors on the left and right mirrored one another. Only the further door on the left was lonely; the space on the right side where there might have been a door was instead home to another painting.

On either side of the room, placed as symmetrically as the doors, a staircase led to a second level. Looking up, one could see the railing which encircled it. This upper section functioned as a hallway; from it sprang seven more doors.

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#, as written by Ion
It seemed for now that Alessandro’s question would be without answer, but from the behavior of the others, he supposed they probably didn’t have one that would satisfy him anyway. There was more stirring, and one further person awoke, this one more mobile and apparently inclined to walk around a bit. He gathered from her actions that she circle of rosebushes was impassable, at least from there. Which led to the interesting question of how they were brought here in the first place. That said, he couldn’t be too concerned about it at the moment, because he had no idea where he was or where he’d go even if he could leave. Perhaps there was someone inside the house?

The younger-looking of the two women strode over to the remaining still form, picking him up b the ankles and proceeding to drag him in the direction of the door. Alessandro started after them, thinking to perhaps pick the youth up by the shoulders, particularly when his head knocked into several objects along the way, causing the musician to wince a bit in sympathy. But she had reached the door before he made it to them, which left him standing sort of awkwardly behind the pair as the door swung inwards. Gabriella, as she had introduced herself, called inwards, but there was no reply. “Perhaps they are around the back of the house,” he speculated quietly, but who ‘they’ could possibly be, he had no idea.

Volunteering himself to go check, he threaded his way lightly to the small yard in the back, but there didn’t seem to be anyone here, either. “Excuse me?” he called out, but the words seemed strangely muffled in the air, the sound unnatural to his trained ear on some level he could not explain. His footsteps, too, seemed muffled, even given the crunching of the crisp snow beneath his feet. “Is there anyone here?”

But the dead plants did not answer, and the pond’s only reply was an icy stillness. The quiet was unnatural, but the death seemed appropriate in a way that the vibrancy of the red ring of roses had not. Walking to the pond’s edge, Alessandro brushed some of the snow off the thinly-iced surface and peered in. Everything about this place seemed so… alien. Which was strange, for though it was in a most unusual location, the house itself was nothing too extraordinary, even if it was from an era long past. Sighing quietly, he shook his head. Perhaps it would be better if he ventured inside with the others, but curiously, he felt no particular sense of urgency about it.

Perhaps the situation was simply too odd. If he’d woken up in a darkened warehouse or something equally ominous but more… sensical, then maybe he would have been infected with the desire to be out and back home as soon as possible. But here, this… his mind couldn’t find purchase from which to gain traction and solve his problem. He felt inert, unmoving and perhaps unable to put in the effort that would be required to start the cogs of his consciousness again. It was the stillness here. Infectious.

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Mark watched as the events unfolded around him and was dumbstruck into inaction, the recently awoken woman who bore a cinnamon coloured skin seemed to be one of those spitfires that his mother had warned him about, warnings which he had always wished to defy but never had really the chance to do it.

She had quite a mouth on her and was quick to drag the corpse looking lad into the inside of the manor, yet there was something that made his skin crawl, a shiver unrelated to the cold around him, in his land the unknown still reigned unmatched in some of the less developed parts...and right now he had the impression that something predatory awaited inside of that building, something unkind and meant to be forgotten by the pages of the ages.

The gentleman too seemed to be repelled by whatever presence inhabited those halls, yet Mark caught himself thinking of so much nonsense, often he had scolded his peers when they jested about him telling tales of witches and ghosts, he always told them that in his life he had never experienced anything of the so called brujas.

“Don't suppose we should leave them ladies on their own eh?”
he spoke not really expecting an answer, just making a grab for the opportunity to break the eerie silence, when all he got was more silence he made his mind and advanced to the open doors.

As he made his way he felt shaken by all the paintings, their stares dug deeply into the Mexican´s being and threatened to lay out his soul bare, why was he feeling so, stalked out of the sudden? He brushed these thoughts aside with one quick glance at the fire, the radiating warmth being more than welcoming “You know it might be a good idea to drag him over here” he said to the cinnamon lass, if she had spoken her name he had clearly forgotten it in light of some other facts “Mayhap we should take a look around, see if someone can give us a clue or... something” as usual he was falling into reaction instead of action, unless properly motivated he was more than happy to simply watch others move around and do their things

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Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

I am in the same boat as Ion! I would love if this could be restarted but I understand if it's too much of an undertaking at the moment.

But I definitely definitely lean towards the restart!

Ion

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

I'm fine with whatever you want to do, Marionette. If you feel like restarting, I'll be around, but if you'd rather kill it for good, I won't get upset or anything. It's your project, after all.

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

Hmm. I've been considering things. We wound up losing one player, Romaneck noted that he's less interested now, and Casron never wound up submitting his profile due to issues with getting the character to properly materialize.

Celedia and Ion, if you two are still interested, I could restart it, cleaning the (rather brief) slate and potentially pulling in some new blood. You could use the same characters, of course. I'm fully willing to do that if you two would like. :> That's the best solution I can see at this point if we want to continue. I'm okay with whatever you all want to do.

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

Oh hey, I'm still around! Thanks for the OOC posts. I got busy for a few weeks there and forgot that even with this new notification system RPG doesn't email you about RP posts, so checking kind of slipped my mind. D: I really hope they add an email option in the future. But any time I get a PM or there's a post in the OOC, I'm notified (... theoretically. Sometimes I don't get the emails for whatever reason, PHPBB's fault or Gmail's. :P)

Anyway, I'm still around and more than happy to continue the game, but I do wonder how much life is left in it. I feel like I didn't get it moving quickly enough, and that causes things to lose steam.

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

I kinda went overboard after the long period of inactivity, after finishing Robert Howard´s horror collection I no longer get the horror feel you know?

Ion

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

I'm still here. :) Not sure about the others, though, it has been a while.

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

Sorry guys! I realize that I am the hold up but before I worked on posting I wanted to ask... Is everyone still in this? I honestly forgot about this for a few weeks because this OOC/IC never updates as much as the other threads I'm in and I have such a poor memory that those random reminders are helpful. But I am off all day today and half of tomorrow so if this is still rolling I can easily jump back into it.

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

Hey guys! I'll get my posts up within the next couple of days. I've been absent due to a death in the family but I'm hoping to catch back up on everything now!

Ion

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

Sorry, sorry. I'll get to it sometime this weekend, I promise!

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

Okay so I adopted Jenna but was waiting for other posts before I toss one up for her.

Romaneck? Ion?

:P

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

You don't have to worry about messing up my plans too much. Having really hardcore, set in stone plots for an RP is a bad idea in general -- no plan ever survives the PCs in tact anyway! :P So if I really want something to happen, I'll just work it in elsewhere wherever it feels logical and reasonable.

It's good to know you guys don't mind bad things happening to your characters, however. *eeeevil cackle*

... I'm mostly kidding; I'm not a bloodthirsty GM. I generally like to give people opportunities to fight or think their way out of threatening situations. However, you're right, it is a horror game. It's no fun at all without risks involved! >3

Ion

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

I certainly don't disagree in any fashion whatsoever. :) I am also perfectly willing for bad things to happen to Alec. I'm... not the nicest person to my characters, honestly.

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

Marionette-

I just didn't want an instance to occur where you had something ultra-mega-amazing planned and then my character stumbles into the room without consequence and LOLz around the place. ;) Perhaps if you DO have entrances/exits rigged you can shoot a PM to whoever is in that room/heading towards that room so they can write it out appropriately? Because I, for one, would not mind it if a staircase suddenly slanted into a sliding board and my character(s) were devoured by the house itself.

It is a Horror game, after all!

I think I will be possessing Jynxii's character in the next day or two unless Ion disagrees in some fashion.

And Romaneck...

Romaneck wrote:Struggling with some schoolwork and Celedia beat me to the punch...


I always beat you to the punch. ;) Hence why I stalk you through the world of RPG so my characters can do whatever it is you wish for yours to do. <3

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

Struggling with some schoolwork and Celedia beat me to the punch, Ill have Mark knock on the door and with this, open it revealing an eerie inside.

The following weeks will see me slow (as if I was ever quick on this lawl) but if all goes well once exams and specials are over I sould be able to have my ideas wander off and get some inspiration

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

Aww, I see, Jynxii. That's unfortunate, but I understand.

Given the early state of the RP, we can handle this in one of two ways. Jenna hasn't been interacted with too much, so we could handwave it and go on as if she weren't there, or else someone could pick her up since Jynxii did put her up for adoption. If that's what you'd like to do, Celedia, that's perfectly fine. Either way works.

Celedia- The best answer I can give for that is that different situations will call for varying levels of cautiousness. This isn't like a D&D dungeon where every door is likely enough to have a trap hidden behind it, but some doors may be locked. I do need to get more rooms up on The Manor's profile and fix the door listing so you know what's locked and what isn't (but most of the doors are not locked; none of the doors on the first level are). Generally speaking though, if a door isn't locked, assume you can just walk through it. I can't be held responsible for what happens after, but your character is not going to get devoured for opening a door. :P

I also want to note that just 'cause something isn't up on the room list yet doesn't mean you can't go there. I'll give you a description each time you get into a new room. The room list is mainly so that you have a reference and so that you can proceed without immediate GM feedback if you'd like. You can feel free to just head into a room and describe and interact with it based on the room list information. The things you need to hold back on describing are the contents of containers that no one has opened before (like a drawer, a cabinet, or a bag found in the house), unlisted rooms, and things of that nature.

Sorry if this is confusing! As I've noted, it's kind of an experiment in combining the GM directing found in tabletop with the freedom given to players in freeform games. I want you all to be able to do things of your own accord and to embellish on the environment, but at the same time I want a sense of lacking full control over the environment so I can surprise you. Does that make any sense?

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

I replied to the RP to move things along a bit. Also, if no one minds, I can take control of Jenna so that she doesn't disappear mysteriously. I don't know of anyone looking for a roleplay or I would try to drag someone else in instead. :) Just let me know.

And Marionette, I am playing it carefully so I had her attempt to open the door with no outcome. I didn't know how much activity you wanted to have repercussions for or what you had planned. ;) I am too used to being the Master of my domain so I am playing it on the side of caution. Let me know if I'm being too cautious!

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

I put Jenna up for adoption. I just don't feel like I am being very committed and would like to open my spot up to someone that can be. I hope you all have a blast!

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

I don't worry too much about posting order as long as everybody gets a chance to contribute in the end. There's definitely nothing wrong with giving others a chance to post or waiting for more posts so that you have more to work with, but it's also fine to post when inspiration strikes you. I'm really chill on all that. xD

Ion

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

Well, it sounded like Romaneck was going to do something, so I didn't want to accidentally interfere by posting first. If we're going in order, though, maybe Jynxii is next? I confess I'm not really sure.

Re: Winter Rose: the garden of a wish... OOC

I don't knooow. I'm afraid I've made things too vague or something. xD

But anyway, I've edited my last post to reflect Emmet's presence IC. Any form of dragging or carrying will do! I pity the poor little guy though. :P