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Tweak says, "Prince Hal!"

Bellum Anon (bellum_anon) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-05-26 22:57:00

transformation post
Who: Open
What: Transformation ONLY
Where: Individual rooms throughout Bellum Letale
When: Sunset, Full Moon
Warnings: None
Notes: No character interaction in this log

[At moon rise, the inhabitants of Bellum found themselves in separate rooms.

If they hadn't been in them before, they were now (and the rooms were not always their own). Doors were locked, not to be opened until sunrise, and the people of the building, swiftly becoming tales, were separated from everyone around them.

Not one to let itself be caught unawares, the building made the doors impenetrable, with no space between the frame and the edges of the door, no weakness in the hinges, and no way out or in. Inside the rooms, screens sprang to life, allowing the tales one out - the boards.]

[NOTE: This log post is ONLY for transformation (not for character interaction). State your character's location in the subject line, narrative out the transformation and awaking in a room with some sort of computer/tv/screen, and move on to the forums for all interaction until the end of this month's moon plot.]

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1106 - Bedroom

lemortvivant
2010-05-27 04:16 am UTC (link)

Bran had locked all the doors and windows, even though he was fairly sure Erik could get out if he wanted to - but he was hoping the man would see reason and stay where he was until the sun rose. He confined himself to his bedroom, thinking that the books along with the violin he'd brought might help keep his fable occupied, and placed the note Lotte had written on the floor next to a note he'd written himself. It told Erik to stay in the apartment because Christine wasn't here, and not to go down to the catacombs due to the fact that a trap had been sent there. People were looking for him, he'd written, people who wanted him dead.

So he sat on the bed and waited. As the sun set and the moon rose, he felt it - like a building pressure, forcing its way up his chest and throat before bursting free, and suddenly everything went black - but only for a moment. When his eyes opened he was Erik, clad in the same black clothing and mask as he'd been before. He frowned, not recognizing his surroundings - but then his eyes fell on the notes. First he read Christine's, and then the one the man called Bran had left him; the first he read three times but seemed relatively satisfied with, while the second confused him.

He rose and headed to the door, trying and failing to open it. A quick inspection revealed that there was no spaces whatsoever, and the doorknob stubbornly refused to turn... but how? Who had put him here? Erik curled his hands into fists, but it was then that he noticed the open laptop on the small desk beside him. It was a strange device, one he'd never seen before, but it fascinated him. Perhaps it offered a clue to how he'd come to find himself here.

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