Halloween Event: Malice in Wonderland

[♥ Tiffany]

As Halloween approaches, you notice Tiffany is hard at work building a gigantic... House...? Tool shed...? Bathroom...? Something... O.o

Your curiosity gets the better of you and you sneak closer to her mysterious building. You try to peek inside, but she meets you at the door as if she had a sixth sense and knew you were there. After taking one look at her, you almost regretted coming up to see what was going on. She was absolutely covered from head to toe in mud, paint, and what looked like blood. What on earth was going on it there...?

"Hey! Sorry, I'm not finished working on this place yet... But I am letting ya'll sign up for the... Fun... Ahead of time. The sign up sheet is over there."

She pointed at a table sitting in front of the large building.

"Please know this: If you sign up for this event, you will experience thrills and chills like never before. Everything you grew up thinking about Alice's Adventures in Wonderland will be distorted and twisted in the most evil way possible. In fact, you may be scarred for life. If you live."

She paused, only to smirk.

"And for what? Well, if you make it through this place alive, you will receive a grand prize at the end. However... I seriously doubt you'll make it to the end, so there are small prizes that can be found while you're in there. But you'll have to deal with whatever's inside there before you can claim any prizes."

With that, she disappeared back inside, into the darkness, and closed the plain white door firmly behind her. You heard a click which signaled to you that she locked the door, obviously through with your conversation, and decided to check out the sign up sheet.

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This is the sign up sheet for Halloween event hosted by Tiffany. You will enter this building and try to make your way through it. There are prizes to be collected inside, but you must face the horrors that protect them before you can collect them. Should you make it out alive, you will win a grand prize. Tiffany is not liable for any injuries or death that may occur once you step inside. Should you be captured or die, your "game" is over. Still wanna sign up? You've been warned...

AVAILABLE SPOTS:
POTENTIAL VICTIMS:
1. Raven
(Key & Teacup)

2. Laviee
(Crown & Knife)

3. Mem
(Flashlight & Looking Glass)

[Raven]

Raven approaches the table hesitantly. She knows what Tiffany is capable of. With a smirk of her own she hastily jots her name on the form.

[Laviee]

Bravery had never been one of her most prominent traits, and some had even ventured as to say that Laviee is a scardy cat. So, it was a mystery as to why she stepped towards the sign up sheet and picked up the pen. With definite strokes, she scribbled her name below Ravens and stepped back, admiring herself for her courage. Besides, who could say no to an adrenaline rush?

[♥ Tiffany]

Raven:

Once your name has been written on the form, you notice there are supplies underneath the table that were just tossed into a large box. You may choose two things to take inside this place with you. Nothing else. Your pockets must be emptied and no creatures shall accompany you.

Inside the box...

Plastic Toy Knife: What good could this possibly do? It certainly won't protect you!
Flashlight: You try to turn it on, but the battery is dead.
A Shard of a Teacup: What in the hell..?
Broken Looking Glass: You feel sorry for whoever broke this mirror...
A Piece of a Skeleton Key: Maybe you could find the other half.
Rusted Crown: Perhaps long ago this was a beautiful crown. But now it's rusty. Hmm.

[Raven]

Raven looks down at the box with disdain. What retarded melancholy madness is Tiffany trying to pull out of her butt this time? with a roll of her eyes Raven starts to pick up and examine each thing debating the potential uses for it. Nothing seems to make any sense. Than again, a lot of things that Tiffany did confused the hell out of the already overly complex mind of Raven. Musing over each of the objects for a short time she pulls out the piece of a skeleton key and the shard of a teacup and puts them both carefully in her pocket.

[♥ Tiffany]

Laviee:

As soon as Raven takes her pieces and moves out of the way, you step up to the box to rummage around. You may choose two things to take inside this place with you. Nothing else. Your pockets must be emptied and no creatures shall accompany you.

Inside the box...

Plastic Toy Knife: What good could this possibly do? It certainly won't protect you!
Flashlight: You try to turn it on, but the battery is dead.
Broken Looking Glass: You feel sorry for whoever broke this mirror...
Rusted Crown: Perhaps long ago this was a beautiful crown. But now it's rusty. Hmm.

[Memoru]

A little late to the party, and wearing a pair of jeans and sweater covered in dog hair (black dog hair, a good reason never to wear white), Mem comes huffing and puffing into the building. She wipes a spot of sweat from her brow and stomps her runners free of mud.

Clearly already in an adventuring state, she lose no time in adding her name to the form. Apologies for the dirt and dog slobber on the paper.

[Laviee]

Moving forwards, Laviee peered into the box with trepidation. Silently berating herself for thinking the box would contain unspeakable horrors, she dove in with purpose. The items were baffling, to say the least. None of them seemed to be useful in any scenario, but, well, anything is better than nothing. After a few moments of deliberation, she took the rusted crown and the plastic toy knife. Neither was ideal in a life threatening situation, but the crown was quite pretty, despite its disabuse, and well, maybe she could pretend that the knife was real.

[♥ Tiffany]

Mem:

After you scribble your name down on the form, you look down and see a box of random crap under the table. Unfortunately for you, there are only two items left. You may only take these two things inside with you. Nothing else. Your pockets must be emptied and no creatures shall accompany you.

Inside the box...


Flashlight: You try to turn it on, but the battery is dead.
Broken Looking Glass: You feel sorry for whoever broke this mirror...

[Memoru]

"Well, what a thing!" said Mem. But she complied, emptying her pockets of bits of dog treats, some scraps of paper, and a squeaky rubber ball. She dumped it all into the box and took the flashlight and bit of glass instead, careful not to cut herself. She was a rather clumsy one, after all.

She flicked the button of the flashlight to no avail, but kept it out never the less. Might be useful in clobbering monsters.