Night 1, Midnight

[12npcs]

[Something begins to tick, coming from all around you at once. It gains in volume slowly, first something just at the edge of your hearing and then rises up above even the conversations.

A first, awkward, off-key note is struck, and then another. The tone is delicate and disjointed, as if a melody was torn out of the middle and played on just the few last keys...




You begin to feel tired. In fact, some of you might begin to feel really, really tired.]


((OOC: goodnight groddle Lullaby posting! The super sleepy is up to you whether you want to play out or not, it is otherwise random and doesn't happen with the same severity ever night, unless you want it to.))

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[atacarme]

.........................

Bloody hell.

[direstnews]

[Yeah. Yeah, pretty much.]

[atacarme]

..............................


[another curse, but she's kneeling down to pick him up :|]

[direstnews]

[Lucky you, he's small for his age.]

[He shifts and mumbles something that sound suspiciously like "I'd nothing to do with it," but doesn't wake.]

[atacarme]

[off we go to wherever you're staying :\]

[direstnews]

[Do you know where I am staying? That is the question of the hour.]

[atacarme]

[little do you know, I'm actually something of a stalker/observer]

[direstnews]

[He hasn't been back inside, but you might have noticed he initially came out of the Cracked Mirror, then. :|b]

[atacarme]

[that is where we're headed!]

[direstnews]

[He's out for the whole trip, muttering every now and again in his sleep: "I'll have you know I wasn't even there" and the like.]

[atacarme]

[my, my, the words of a troublemaker]

[direstnews]

[Lies and slander!]