Little Finger

[animusmods]

Characters: characters participating in the Little Finger game
Setting: a riverbank at night in a dream
Format: any
Summary: It's time to search
Warnings: general creepiness and horror warnings

ROUND ONE (complete): mingle | search
ROUND TWO: mingle | search


Round One [COMPLETE]
NO SUPERHUMAN POWERS; SEARCH THE GRASS, BUSHES, TREES, OR THE RIVER ITSELF
This appears much like the story you may remember reading--an old woman crouches next to a gate, searching through thick, wet riverbank grass. Thick fog coats the area behind the gate, across the river, and perhaps twenty feet in either direction from where you stand. Going into this fog, you feel, would be extremely dangerous--possibly suicidal. Eventually the woman stands up. She is missing all the fingers on her left hand and the little finger on her right hand.

"Please, could you help me find my fingers? I'm missing six of them."

It doesn't look like you have a choice.

Round Two [FOUR FINGERS REMAIN]
SUPERHUMAN POWERS ACTIVE; SEARCH ALL PREVIOUS AREAS, BRIDGE, LAWN
This appears much like the story you may remember reading--an old woman crouches next to a gate, searching through thick, wet riverbank grass. Wait, this has happened before--welcome to round two. You didn't find anything last time, and that's why you're here now. The fog remains, but it's drawn back a bit--travelling to the bridge, a simple wooden structure, is now possible without entering the fog, and the gate opens into the lawn of a house. The house itself is yet covered in fog, but there's a doghouse and the lawn itself to search through. Going into the fog still feels impossibly dangerous.

Eventually, the woman stands up. She is missing all the fingers on her left hand.

"Please, could you help me find my fingers? I'm missing five of them."

It doesn't look like you have a choice. All wounds remain from the previous round. Anyone killed last round returns, but they have a scar that reflects their manner of death.

Round Three
has not yet started

Round Four
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Round Five
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Round Six
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Comments

[scorchedchivalry]

Neither do I...

[Saber reaches out to touch Rin's arm.]

Less we dwell on that and more on the task before us. Do not linger here longer than you must. I mislike this dreamscape.

[angramaintsu]

It's just a dream.

[ With a scoff, she looks out towards the others as she chooses to step in closer towards Saber. ]

We'll wake up soon.

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber's hand moves from Rin's arm to her shoulder without even noticing, her eyes on the fog about them.]

But in what state? This is not our dreamscape.

[angramaintsu]

Death is meaningless in this tower, don't you think? We return without a scratch. Do you think this would be a different circumstance?

[ Casually speaking as though death was nothing. The tower's already started to weave it's tendrils of hopelessness within her. She pauses though shortly after to consider something else. ]

Hmph, it'd be a pain to let my guard down. If I were to die and wake up elsewhere, who knows who might have access to my sleeping body? I could become some man's prisoner.

[scorchedchivalry]

There are things worse than death, Rin. You should know that well.

[angramaintsu]

There are few things worse than me, Saber.

[ Shouldn't she know that. ] They can't keep me contained if I disapprove of it.