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Vice Director ([personal profile] vicedirector) wrote in [community profile] sevenvirtues2016-04-19 07:55 pm

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You awaken to blackness. Frightening, although familiar--this is the same terrible thing you narrowly avoided during your first trip into Lebensbaum. The pain of your death is still real, echoes of the wounds you suffered appearing on your skin. Inspecting your surroundings will tell you that you've woken up inside of the cooled, empty bonfire pit....and the town as it was is nowhere to be seen.

The sky is a whirlwind of blank, dark void. What previously acted as roadblocks on either side of the town seems to have moved upward, blocking out most of the sun's light. The street is barren, filled with piles of broken concrete, shattered glass, and smoking craters where many of the buildings used to be. Old bloodstains dot the pavement, mixing in with overturned cars and crumbling brick walls. Lebensbaum is a dead town, in more ways than one.

Except for the hotel. It stands, as dusty and abandoned as it ever was, but no worse for the wear. Scorch marks can be seen on the ground around it in a clear border, as though it had a barrier protecting it from whatever destroyed the village. If you venture inside, everything is in its place, as though the outside wasn't completely obliterated.

The living can be seen walking around, going about their daily lives, and if you concentrate, you can even see the buildings as they once were--in working order, clean, and in one piece.

As of Monday on Week 10, however, there is a door, seemingly pasted into the middle of the street. As the days tick by, the doors will increase in number, one for each victim.
disapproved: (this bride of scars)

[personal profile] disapproved 2016-04-26 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ she can accept that. she guessed. it could be worse, at least — break wasn't a total alistair, like, say, rhys, so it wasn't wholly entertaining to knock him around, though she didn't expect him to be quite so bashful. she sighs. ]

'Tis.. not a bother, then. Let us forget about it. Please.

[ PLEASE. let's just go back to being business partners, fellow shady. ]

There is still much to do. Times are changing around here, I suspect, and our beloved purveyor seems to be unraveling thread by thread each day. With luck, the fools yet living will not simply sit on their hands as she careens towards her ultimate goal.
crazily: (a living incarnation of Xanax)

[personal profile] crazily 2016-04-26 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Break nods, since yes, he's glad to just move past it, and he will do his best not to be flustered over Morrigan being far more comfortable showing skin than he's used to... At least talk of business gets him to push aside being a Victorian, since he frowns, but nods quite seriously. Part of him would like to take some time to rest, but another part of him won't allow that at all. ]

...Well, unfortunately, I wouldn't put that much faith in the ones remaining.

[ Everyone he likes is here, if he's honest. ]

But they'll have to manage, since there's no other choice. Though of the ones remaining, I have doubts that they'd be able to do what's necessary.