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Oct. 30th, 2013

[info]doorsween

[Public]

You tried killing me in the back of a movie theater. You didn't. Why?

[info]doorsween

[After much deliberation and almost not posting at all.]

The elevators.

You had blue hair and tattoos.

Oct. 29th, 2013

[info]doorsween

[Public]

I am not entirely sure what to say about my experience at the party.

[info]doorsween

[...] You were really dead.

[info]doorsween

public

Oh, what the hell Harley?

Oct. 28th, 2013

[info]doorsween

Public

I'm looking for a lady, dressed in blue armor and a dress, who probably doesn't want to talk to me, but I need to tell her something.

[info]doorsverse

[Plot: Halloween]

[When the sun rises, all guests at the party feel the compulsion to return to where they began. They leave the ship and and they return to their doors and homes, leaving behind the versions of themselves that they became for the evening. Every memory remains of the night, and physical aches linger, though injuries fade with the sunrise and the dead live once more.

In each attendant's journal, one word sheds light on the events of the evening:]

Uninhibited.

Oct. 18th, 2013

[info]doorsverse

[Plot: Halloween]

[On Halloween evening, Las Vegas' alter-bearing residents are drawn to Passages Hotel. As soon as they cross the threshold, they change. Those wearing costumes become the physical embodiment of their costumes. Those not dressed for the holiday are randomly assigned costumes by the hotel, and they become the physical embodiment of those costumes. Both alters and characters lose their inhibitions the moment they step onto the deck of the ghost ship that is to play host to them for the evening. Worldly concerns are left behind, though self remains.]

Oct. 18th, 2012

[info]doorsverse

[Plot: Halloween]

[As the sun comes up, Passages takes count and opens the doors. Everyone inside is returned to the place where they began, be it through a door or in Las Vegas, with full memory of everything that occurred within the hotel. Injuries knit, and the dead walk, and only bruises and aches are left to tell the tale. The hotel, in an effort to right the wrong, leaves one sentence on the first blank page or screen of each attendee's journal.

The evening's changes were not random. A sin for each attendee, pulled from something deep inside them. You were ...

Each person's sin is listed in place of the ellipses, just the word and nothing more.]