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Tweak says, "I *am* the Doctor."

Klaus Hargreeves (quietthedead) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-10-23 15:18:00

Entry tags:

ben hargreeves (netflix), gamewide plot, john constantine (vertigo), klaus hargreeves (netflix), peter b parker (sv)

Who: Anyone who wants to be spooked
What: Haunted house time
Where: Through the doors and into Hill House
When: Open throughout the Halloween Event

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Filled with ghosts and specters of all sorts, Hill house seems tame enough when you first walk through it's doors, but it very quickly becomes obvious that everything is not as it seems. Is it your mind playing tricks on you? Or is it something else? Something more sinister.

Come in and stay a while, explore the long and twisting halls, enjoy the beautiful art and sculpture garden, and find the Red Room. There are many treasures to be had if you can survive the night.

[Party thread rules, tag your threads in the header of your comments, you can set your thread on any day from now until the end of the event]

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Peter B | Constantine

_constantine_
2019-10-27 04:27 pm UTC (link)

"It's my last Will and Testament," John said dryly, mostly under his breath. "I've got exactly five items t'give away and very specific people t'give them to." It was a lie, of course, just a distraction from the dark haired ghost he could see from the window that was standing in the yard. He didn't tend to usually like any ghosts but these ones John decided he liked less than usual. They were too quiet and he didn't like that at all. "Fuck off," he told another one quite pointedly -- a firm and accusing finger being pointed in the direction of the pantry.

"No, s'not for a note," he went on, lighting up like a kid on christmas when Peter came in clutch, finding those crayons. Not his ideal choice for a writing utensil in a moment like this -- chalk or charcoal or even one of those big ass sharpies that smelled good (a little like getting high) when you uncapped them might have been nicer. But beggars couldn't be choosers. "C'mere," he gestured at Peter -- wanting to keep him close. Separation in moments like these never once ended well. John knew this from experience. "We're gonna do some dirty magic. Just gotta find a -- an emptier room."

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Peter B | Constantine

pbandparker
2019-10-28 01:03 am UTC (link)

Peter huffed a little while John told him what he wanted it for - but not really, just something to distract them both maybe, something that Peter could laugh at a little bit while the hair on the back of his neck stood on end the longer they were there and he couldn't quite say way - but maybe it had something to do with the sort of way John kept looking at things that Peter couldn't see.

"Right," Not for a note, which was fine - John knew what he was doing and Peter was just along for the ride, and considering things well Peter was more than happy to let John do the driving on this one. He kept close as they moved, not at all interested in splitting up or anything like that, and with John said magic? Well Peter was okay with that too, especially if it was a let's get home kind of magic.

"Okay let's just - let's see what we can find." Peter nodded, moving through the house with John, his spider-senses were going haywire, in a bad sort of way. Like there was something that he needed to see, something he needed to be ready for but no matter where he looked he couldn't quite decide if that was the direction it was coming from.

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Peter B | Constantine

_constantine_
2019-10-28 01:30 am UTC (link)

Constantine sort of hated that this was the shit that he was best at. It was terribly bloody work, the kind that left him on edge and usually ended bloody. Usually he got roped into it on jobs or just by making his own trouble. Usually, when things were haunting him, it was because he'd summoned those things. Or gotten the people haunting him dead in the first place.

It wasn't a normal thing, for him to just step into a house that had this much shit going on in it. Not on accident. And definitely not with his -- his. John chanced a look over at Peter -- who had walked him home once and offered a goodnight kiss all while letting him keep his (nonexistent) dignity, and who John just wanted more of. Who looked completely on edge here, like he was feeling everything that John was seeing. Constantine wasn't sure which was worse, not really. But he knew that of all the things Petey did on the day to day, he wasn't equipped for something like this. So maybe he didn't have a label for whatever it was Peter was to him, but he knew he cared and he had to get to the top of his game in order to make sure they both made it out of this alive. It was just a goddamned miracle Claire wasn't here, too.

"C'mon, then, love," he told Peter, flicking his smoke away and sort of just hoping the cherry would set the place ablaze. It might be the easier solve to their issues. It was definitely what he would have done if he was alone, and willing to truly rile up the spirits in here.

He checked a few different rooms -- found them lacking in terms of emptiness -- until they finally ended up on the second floor again, and he decided that no room was going to have what he wanted and he was going to just have to work with what he could -- so when he took to the floors with his white crayon, it was with sloppy, quick marks. "Gonna have to exorcize the whole fucking place," he bitched, and tried not to think about how that might not be possible. "Hangin' in there, Parker?"

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Peter B | Constantine

pbandparker
2019-10-28 08:03 pm UTC (link)

John was - well he was probably the exact right person to get himself stuck in a situation like this with, who knew what he was doing, or at least knew enough to be able to formulate a sort of plan for something that might end up helping them get back home. Which was far more than Peter could say for himself, he was feeling entirely out of his element, he preferred dealing with threats he could deal with face to face, who were living and usually happy to come out and show themselves while pontificating for a while giving him time to deal with whatever issues they'd caused before wrapping them up in a neat spidey-bow.

This though? This was not something he was prepared for.

But John, John was drawing on the floor with crayons and grumbling about exorcising this place and Peter felt a little bit like he'd wandered into a movie, one of the spooky ones he'd watch this time of year but wouldn't take a look at during the rest of the year. "Oh yeah, me?" He scoffed a little when John asked how he was, "Fine, totally fine." He agreed keeping his tone light even if he felt anything but fine. "My spidey-sense isn't loving this - but you know, a bit of a make over? Some curtains maybe? A throw pillow or two, and this place might not be terrible."

"You've got the right idea, with this decorating you're doing." He knew it wasn't that of course, he'd seen enough magic to recognize pieces of it, and sure he didn't understand all of it but he knew that John was up to something.

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire

donewithnights
2019-10-29 03:03 am UTC (link)

Claire was really good under pressure, it's what made her so good at her job. She could keep it calm, keep it collected and when faced with blood and gore and devastation she could compartmentalize and she handled it. But right now she was handling nothing.

She'd only been a half step behind Peter, missed the door by a fraction of a second. But she'd pulled it open to follow and stepped out into a room alone. Well alone up until the woman across the room seemed to pour across the floor, like her bones were a liquid and she could just ooze and crawl like some giant fucking horror spider.

Fuck that.

Claire got out of that room quick smart, slamming the door behind her only to find a hallway with what seemed like more endless doors. Something touched the back of her neck and she spun around, nothing there, even if the filthy breath of someone tickled the back of her ear. The fear bubbled up inside of her, like she was too scared to scream. But she wasn't too scared to go barging into the door opposite.

It seemed empty but she wasn't buying it and wrapped her hands firmly around a candlestick that had been abandoned in the corner. "Okay Claire, it's fine, if you can handle a four hundred pound man on a PCP high, you can handle-ARGH!" A hand came shooting out from the curtains and caught her around the throat, long yellow nails scratching along her throat as she jerked away.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" She hissed as she skidded back into the hallway, practically falling into the next door, wielding the candelabra like a sword.

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire

_constantine_
2019-10-30 10:34 pm UTC (link)

John was well pleased that Petey could at least keep a good sense of humor about him even though it was really clear just by the way his shoulders were squared and the tightness of his voice that he was not having a Good Time. John wasn't either and he wasn't even being burdened with the concept of feeling like things were around that meant to do him harm without knowing what or where those things were.

Not that it was much better, he supposed, to know exactly what was waiting for him. Watching a small child crawl up the stairs on hands and knees, slowly slinking toward them made him hasten the pace at which he was drawing. "Stick close," he warned Peter, tense. "It's a ward. Nothing down there can pass this line anymore---"

He broke off on his thought when he heard screaming coming from the other direction and -- "Claire?!" Just who he'd been really glad he wasn't here.

This was his luck, he knew it. It'd just waited a while to go back into effect since arriving in Starklandia.

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire

pbandparker
2019-10-31 05:29 am UTC (link)

One of these days he'd rethink this part of him that made him consider maybe going through the doors, today hadn't been that day and now here he was - on what was decidedly not a fun day out with the tall good looking dude that he thought maybe he'd like to kiss again at some point and instead was feeling very much that sick tingly sort of feeling that told him that there was a lot of not good shit all around him and not being entirely sure where exactly any of it was because no matter how hard he looked he never could quite see anything there.

But John was doing his thing, drawing a circle and figuring stuff out and Peter was only too happy to do exactly as he was told, sticking close and trusting that John knew what he was doing because what exactly were his other options?

Then he heard shouting coming from the other direction and Peter knew that voice really well, and he knew it was Claire coming before she even made her way into the room clearly running from something. "What???" He moved without thinking, putting distance between himself and John, toward Claire needing to pull her close, away from whatever it was she was running from.

He couldn't see whatever it was, and quite frankly he felt pretty confident that he didn't want to either, but he did know that pulling Claire in over to where John was doing his thing was going to be the best thing he could do then. "What the hell, where did you even come from?"

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire

donewithnights
2019-11-01 11:00 pm UTC (link)

Claire might never have been so glad to see someone before. It had been pretty good timing when he'd found her alone in the town with no pants on, beaten to hell and feeling like she'd been chewed up and spat out. But this was a tie for first place glad to see them there, not that she wanted them there but who was she kidding, Claire wasn't any match for this place.

"This is helping me zero, less than zero!" Claire shrieked as she waved the candle stick at Peter in a way that was not at all menacing but bordering on hysterical. There were tears in her eyes as she flopped against him, keen to have something to chase away the feeling of barely there fingertips on her skin.

"I was right behind you, the door had hardly closed and I stepped through and you weren't there," Claire grasped the bottom of Constantine's shirt, because he looked busy but also, he was there. "And I swear to fucking god if you're not real and I blink and you turn into some kind of horrorfest I'm breaking up with you both!"

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire

_constantine_
2019-11-02 01:36 am UTC (link)

“Are we dating?” Constantine asked, curious and a little teasing both — but yeah, he supposed they all were. This was meant to be a good outting. Some kind of date that was going to lead to something more than strip poker and too many drinks that had started for a bad reason. He’d been bloody looking forward to doing something that’d feel fun and normal — but not too normal. Their own weird style of it.

But instead they were here, making a home with ghosts. And John wanted to look at them, at the both of them, but he turned back to his writing, laid a palm flat against it and murmured a few words under his breath — when he turned his hand next, the entire area in front of them flashed bright momentarily. “Fuck off,” he murmured to the ghost who’d been creeping up the stairs — now detained by something more sturdy and steadfast than it’s own hate.

John was — this was the shit he was good with. Which was something of a shame because now his hands were freed up for a while and he could turn around, he saw Claire was crying and it was…

It felt fucking bad, was what it felt like. “You’re alright, loves,” he murmured, glancing away and pulling out his cigarettes. Claire would probably appreciate one about now.

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire

pbandparker
2019-11-02 05:18 am UTC (link)

"You're okay," He told her gently, maybe it was even true. "We've got you," that was more true, "You're with us now." There we go, entirely true and Peter held her close standing guard with her while John finished up his magics to help and actually keep them safe in a way that worked better than the words Peter had on offer at this point.

Sometimes, it was easy to forget that not everyone in town did the sort of things that he did - even Claire who of course he knew wasn't like him, but she'd rolled with the punches better than anyone he'd ever met and so sometimes, he forgot. But right here in this moment with tears in her eyes while she wielded a candle stick - well Peter knew it then and he held on to her tightly because yeah he was scared of this place too, and he had the benefit of at least feeling a little like maybe he could do something about it? Probably ineffectually, but you know, he'd certainly have tried it.

"We're not gonna be dating for long if we don't figure out a way back to town." Peter warned, because yeah, like they were dating. It was new and this was hardly the sort of first date that he imagined any of them might like, but here they were - the three of them together here.

Still he felt a little like he could breathe, certainly his spider senses hadn't stopped reminding him that there was bad shit all around, but if John said they were good then he was going to trust him on that. "Get over here a minute." Peter reached out an arm and tugged John closer, because well he thought all of them might just need a little bit of that in the midst of this kind of insanity.

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire

donewithnights
2019-11-02 10:12 pm UTC (link)

Of course they were dating. Kind of. Look it was a slow burn, they'd taken all the time in the world to kind of feel each other out, to go with it and not rush seeing as they were probably forever trapped in limbo anyway. Being a teenager again she'd been utterly smitten with both of them and that had only kind of cemented it, well it had for her. Judging by his tone it had for him too and she was absolutely going to give that some more thought when she could think. What she'd been hoping for from today had been something a lot more date-like than this.

Look she was only kind of crying, the sort where tears just kind of leaked out because you were overwhelmed and something awful had touched you and you felt utterly vulnerable. But his magic flashy thing looked promising and Peter's reassurance that despite the fact she wasn't okay but that she was with them was very comforting.

"See if I ever let you take me anywhere again, Creep," Claire said as she rolled her teary eyes and wrapped her arm around his waist.

Yeah that was a good idea, he had a cigarette and looked like Christmas was cancelled and Claire nodded at Peter's suggestion and tossed the utterly useless candlestick so she could grasp him by the shirt tails and tug him into their weird hug. "Yeah come here and let me use you as a human shield," Claire said as she leaned up to kiss him.

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire

_constantine_
2019-11-04 04:34 pm UTC (link)

"Right," John said, and now wasn't really a great time to re-hash what their relationship really was or wasn't because if they hadn't been able to put it to words on a normal day, they weren't going to do it in a house full of vengeful and angry spirits. And christ, were they angry. Just because John was good at dealing with this kind of stuff didn't mean he wasn't unsettled. But that didn't mean he was going to be that young man who broke down screaming until someone slapped a hospital bracelet around his wrist again, either.

He still wished that the two of them weren't here. Even if Claire kissed like she meant it, and Peter tugged at them both possessively until they were all circled up, three people squished together on the top of a staircase, hoping like hell they wouldn't lose each other to whatever the fuck was in this house.

If they weren't here, he could have just torched it.

"We've got t'move along," he murmured after a moment -- even if maybe he took an extra second or two to put his nose against Peter's jawline because -- whatever. One cuddle deserved another. "One direction isn't all and there's work to do. Or a door to find." And making out wasn't as fun when there were literal ghosts watching from every angle.

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire

pbandparker
2019-11-05 04:19 am UTC (link)

"No ghosts next time." Peter promised her gently, as best he could - because well the truth was Peter wasn't certain that he'd be eager to try and take her anywhere other than Pancho's for a while, and at least that was a place he was fairly certain there were no ghosts. So it was a promise he could keep.

But for now there was this, the three of them pressed close, as tight as Peter could get all of them within the safety that John had created for them. For just a moment it was enough, just a moment of course because not even this was enough to make Peter forget the way his senses kept reminding him there was trouble all around them.

"Okay," He agreed, ready to help keep them moving, to find the way out so he could get these people who were his out of this place and back into town where at least he could say he felt safe. "Okay, let's figure out which way we're going and then we'll just...." He took a breath, because Peter really didn't want to go back out into all of that, he wanted to just find that way back easy and know they were safe. "We'll just get ourselves out of here, It's gonna be fine."

If there was one thing he could do it was a sort of mediocre pep talk.

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