Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

Required:

One to two temporary employees to man Pickman's Desk (one day, one night shift), until whatever this is stops being what it is. Possibly a long term employee, if I end up killing the awful and mostly unlikeable version of my husband.

Thank you for your consideration, please apply within.

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[ The Doctor ]

Hey.

Okay! I found something I am really afraid of!

Are ALIENS supposed to look like CREEPY CRAB SPIDER THINGS?

Bloody fucking hell.

I know I didn't leave my flat like this. I take it someone had a hell of a party without me.

Feb 6th, 2025

Loki & Strange
"Sand, Sun and Beaches"

THrough the Portal / Beach | tbd |

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February in Dunwich is so dreary, isn't it? Just constantly grey and brown and sort of ... wet. Even when there's not snow.

Now, I don't mind the cold, but I can't say I love how ugly it is.

We need a change.

Lucky for you all, I wished for something useful and am a very benevolent god.

Join me in my blatant abuse of power that at least one of my partners will scold me over by taking the square glowing door in Pickman's lobby (next to the glowing circular portal) to somewhere nicer.

Dunwich giveth, and Dunwich taketh away.

Pool party in the TARDIS, if anyone wants. I need the distr

ROSE:

Don't leave me, Rose.

[ Lux ]

How’s the kidney?

Are you all done torturing yourselves by bringing the oddest possible things into existence, or are there more dramatics to witness?

[ Loki ]

Are you in your office?

Have you guys all been here the whole time????

[Mark, Richie, Gordo, Eddie]

What is going on????

[Strange]

I need a doctor.

I think I speak for the whole and also totally myself when I say what the fuck

[Coven]

We have suffered two abductions in as many months. We are overdue a meeting. And since you are all about as organized as a pack of dogs

This Thursday, MIST.

The time to destroy what is left of the Ghost Line is now, before we find ourselves flung out of this time and place and our efforts thwarted yet again.

(ooc: Nothing!plot starts on Friday, so anyone who shows up to the meeting will likely get stuck in the void with Eadwulf and whoever else is at MIST past midnight.)

Anyone else catching weird vibes from the 'wish' card?

Is everyone accounted for?

[Coven]

Optimistically, I hope you all are. I meant to suggest yesterday that we should begin devising ways to avoid being yanked through time and space without warning. Plainly, I shouldn't have waited.

If anyone wants to potentially get lost in an endlessly large spaceship which must be navigated at current by candlelight in order to have some time-appropriate clothing, my TARDIS has shown up in this year.

Nothing works inside but its still bigger in there and I am quite certain we can still find the wardrobe.

Pickman might be the last familiar building standing. Meeting here might be wise until we .... decide how to best hate this scenario.

Private to Stephen Strange
I need to speak with you, bad timing or otherwise.

Private to Mobius
Where are you?

Is this where the mist takes everyone, when it comes? Why bloody not, eh?

Cheers, all.

Last call before midnight, as the saying goes. Halloween, is it?

Well


What's your costume of choice?

I'm going as the original me. King of Hell, demon eyes and all. Because I don't need a costume to be handsome.

So. Discuss and enjoy. If you haven't decided yet.

Well. Aren't we having fun now?

It's best to note that Pickman, as ever, remains. It's foundation and walls are sturdy as ever, and it has rooms for anyone who needs them.

And I will be takin the time to decorate it for Halloween, which is very clearly the best Midgardian Holiday. Feel free to lend a hand if you like.

I'm in a crowdsourcing mood.

Appropriate responses for the object of your desires, the thorn in your side, and the love of one of your lives marrying someone else, go.

So. I think I might have someone's magic?

I didn't bring my water bottle with me, but it's here now and I'm not in Pickman. So, yeah. Magic?

I'd just like to put it out there that I had nothing to do with this. although, it's kind of

If you feel like you might end up setting fire to something or biting someone maybe consider... trying not to?

[Coven]
Something is wrong. The wards around my home are gone. I am unable to call my sword.

And I appear to have grown claws. And fangs.

Well, this is unexpected. I had it on pretty good authority who was responsible for all of that but this is different.

This is something new. And, if I’m right, entirely unrelated. I’m even back on Earth. Different timezone, though. So. Question is - who brought me here? And how?

With the influx of new residents to Pickman -- some of whose keys actually seem to work for, even -- I think it might be prudent to note a few things:

All "Mistakes" or transplants are welcome in Pickman, assuming the building itself allows it. If ever you find yourself regretting moving out or anything else, you can always return.

There is a jar of money at the front counter for those who are new and without gainful employment. Use it as you need. Or, when you later on get a job, refill it as generously as you like.

If you have questions, concerns or are in need of an escort to someplace else, you can get what you need from the employee at the front desk.*

There is limited space when it comes to washers and dryers. Please. Learn to set a timer.

Additionally, the walls are not sound proof. Please refrain from shouting, particularly at the time of night where most people like sleeping.

* Have I mentioned I'm hiring? Front desk attendees and security positions are currently available. Seek out your local Loki for details!