Thom Winters (notonedrop) wrote in halloweening, @ 2013-10-10 11:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, lucy westenra, sally von humpeding |
Thread: The hills have eyes, and the walls have wandering hands...
Who: Sally von Humpeding, some animated corpses, and gross hands coming out of the wall. OPEN to anybody.
What: Sally has had a long night, and a longer day, and all she wants to do is take a bath. Unfortunately, the Mortuary has other plans.
When: Backdated some (sorry!) to the evening of Wednesday, 9 October.
Where: The Mortuary.
Status: Open!
Warnings: Dead people, language, bats, and nudity. Probably no violence, though with the day Sally's had she can't really promise anything here.
Vampires in general had a lot of endurance compared to humans, but even vampires got worn out if they worked all night and the next morning straight through noon and out the other side. Night was Sally's natural time to be awake; staying up past noon wasn't fun and had put her in a tetchy mood. Well, that and the frustrating murder that was showing no signs of giving her any promising clues. She'd stayed at and around the scene all night, until she'd been over every inch of ground several times and even Sally had to admit there was nothing more to find there; then the corpse had been cleared away, the curious onlookers had disbanded, and Sally had gone on the hunt for more clues. She hadn't found much in either her two-legged form or her 300-winged one (she turned into a lot of bats, all right?), and by the time she'd come back to her temporary home in the Mortuary, she smelled like bl b-word and damp forest and wanted nothing more than a warm bath, even if she had to heat the water herself.
She hadn't counted on this being the day that the dead were walking. Or, well, shambling, tottering, and stumbling, more like. Sally had nothing against the properly deceased, and she was well aware that she was the guest in their home, but after several corpses in varying stages of decay had bumped into her during their search for something alcoholic, she snapped and shoved off the one that was draping all over her into the opposite wall. Which caused its arm to fall off.
Oops?
"Er... sorry! I think it should sew back on no problem," she managed, and fled.
The hallway to her own room was happily free from any boozehoud corpses, and Sally relaxed a bit and was thinking slightly more charitable thoughts about this place. Until the walls sprouted arms, which wrapped around her, pulling her back toward and nearly through the wall. Sally shouted in alarm, and it was a mark of just how long a night it had been that for a moment she tried struggling against the hands. She was strong, but there were a lot of them, and they were dragging her back...
"Oh, sod it," she said, exasperated, and a second later what had been a slim young lady with a cross expression on her face dissolved with a rustling noise into a cloud of bats, which tumbled down the hallway and into the more open space of the great hall. The hands, deprived of anything pulling against them, schloop-ed back into the walls with alacrity -- pulling Sally's clothing with them.
A moment later she reformed in the public hall, naked as a jaybird, shaking her head as she reached for the last few bats. This was not her night. Day. Or whatever it was.