Hans Seiderman/Jester: *hears soft, old music elsewhere in the building... suspects Leech and Decapitron involved.* I have said I understand desperation causes stupid things. Our desperation lead to a plan. We found and killed Leroy, and drained the fluid from him. We did not have enough left of our own after that time and already were feeling effects from that.
Then we went to the cemetary behind the hotel...
Lizzie: -Bbbbbbb.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: We thought if Gallagher could bring himself back in such a way, maybe even with Decapitron lost to us that Herr Toulon would be able to come back and help us. We never should have tried.
Lizzie: -Oh rot...-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: It took us some time... and... he wanted to return to the hotel, he said to get our things. We thought we would have to be careful. We didn't want to frighten Megan any more. We... did feel more like ourselves, but... there was something wrong. We were confused, and things seemed clouded. We thought this was because of his condition and he said it would get better and that he knew what to do.
Lizzie: *shiver*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: We found Megan in the foyer, dead. While we were out, someone had come and gone. We don't know who... but since the magic was used, I suppose it could have been one of Sutekh's servants. If so, Megan had ended up taking the blame for Neil's work and what we had just done as well as her own use of the magic. We did not bury her ourselves. The police were called anonymously by... *cuts off, then angrily* I don't want to call that thing Herr Toulon, even if it thought it was... *chokes back the hurt anger, and thinks of what to call that.. creature*
Lizzie: -Chucky?-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *brief chuckle, then nods* Very well. 'Chucky' called the police and we hid. Since Megan had had no heirs, the estate was abandoned, and we took up residence in some of the attic space.
We felt strange. Memories seemed to fade in and out. What we would know on any day was... a complete toss up. That we had not fed made things worse. Herr Toulon tried to improve efficiency with designs, so I was the most affected, being the oldest.
'Chucky' knew the right herbs, supplies were gathered... it took time, and he kept reassuring us things would be ok.
Lizzie: -Yeah, right.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: We wanted so much to believe things would be ok.
So, when he started to... request ingrediants that we knew were not part of the formula, we humored this. We thought at first... it was... a 'glitch'. Herr Toulon was getting a bit senile near the end. He also started to work on a new puppet, and the work did look like Herr Toulon's... at least then...
Lizzie: *impression of brows lifting as she snuggles and listens and seems to scowl*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: It was 1991 then. I stayed in my little chair most of the time. I was so tired.
And then we were not alone. A government sponsored paranormal investigation group came to the hotel... they had come because of Megan's unusual death, the 'disappearance' of the psychics... and the rantings of Alex Whittaker, who had been committed to an asylum with uncontrollable visions and seizures.
Lizzie: -Eee...-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: At first there were four, but a fifth soon joined them... a psychic named Camille Kenney. She had become lost on the way to the hotel. The others were Lance, Wanda... I don't think we ever heard their last names, and I've not asked...
... and there was also Carolyn Bramwell... and Carolyn's brother Patrick.
Lizzie: -...Torch.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Ja.
Lizzie: -'N 'Chucky' killed 'im 'n used 'im ta threaten yeh.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *softly* Tunneler killed him.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: It.. it was Camille that went first. She had seen Leech and Blade talking, and screamed and ran for the others.
Lizzie: *listening again, the plushie held close*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I was feeling a little better, so I went with Pinhead. We tried not to hurt her. He - 'Chucky' - had said that we couldn't let her leave and tell stories while we were so vulnerable. Pinhead knocked her down and I gagged her and we tried to hide her. But... that was not good enough.
Things started to feel so wrong, but... we couldn't think clearly enough to know what was wrong. It was like looking at an optical illusion and trying to not be fooled. We know now that, whatever else was wrong, that thing - 'Chucky' - was insane. But we had trouble seeing it because... so were we.
Patrick had a drinking problem. He could not handle it at all. It was the evening after Camille... they had been calling all over trying to find out where she had gone. Patrick was drunk and was going to sleep it off. Tunneler put a hole in his head.
Lizzie: *mourns for both her frends*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I suppose it was his military training. He thought... if he followed orders, maybe everything would start to make sense. He was caught on their cameras... and Lance beat him unconscious with a lamp
They dissected him, studied him. When he didn't return by dawn... 'Chucky' went downstairs to find out why. He gave an alias and claimed to own the hotel. At the same time... he had almost finished the new puppet, but... he didn't know what he was doing. And we had been targeting animals on a farm nearby to deal with his... delusions.
Blade and Leech went to where they had put Patrick's body... both knew what needed done, but... we couldn't remember why, we couldn't even remember who we were... who we had been.
Lizzie: *hides face and snuggles, trying to comfort him*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: They made sure the right materials were there when 'Chucky' returned to tell us of what happened to Tunneler. 'Chucky' decided Torch was to replace him. He would have just used the formula he had tainted with bits of animal brains... it wouldn't have worked. But instead...
Lizzie: -Meep.- *shiver*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Blade has said that, according to his old studies, there is some initial reversion to immediate pre-death behavior. Patrick was falling down drunk. The fluid was still tainted with animals... and Torch woke to insanity.
Lizzie: *says a word she usually scolds people for. It's not crude... nowdays*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: He didn't know who he was... and we couldn't tell him. We didn't know he was anyone other than Torch, or that we had been anything else... not by then. Not... not most of us...
Camille's son arrived, and agreed to stay over the night... they were still looking for her.
And Leech, Blade, and Torch were sent out to hunt. They went to the farm, but... we were running short of animals there, and Torch was an uncertain variable. It's reasonable when you're small and wooden to be afraid of the crazy guy with the flamethrower.
Torch was slow... I suppose because of the weight of all that metal. Blade and Leech got there first, staying ahead of him so they could talk safely. Leech knew something had gone very wrong.
I'm not sure which was worse. Gallagher made us enjoy what he made us do. With 'Chucky'... part of us knew things were not right, but... we kept going on anyway. We kept hoping, deluding ourselves...
Lizzie: *as big a snuggle as a little doll can do*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: The couple that lived in the shack on the farm... the man died easily enough, but the woman... She caught Leech and threw her into a wood stove. Torch then caught up and returned the favor. Blade convinced him to use a poker to retrieve Leech, but... she seemed beyond repair and... she was left there.
Lizzie: -I wanna go 'ug 'er.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *nods, and will stand up and go to the door, then follows the sound of the music*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *as they get closer, can be heard talking to Decapitron* It isn't what I'm used to, not any more... but with Richard and Susan gone, how else can we prevent... *looks over as Jester comes in, carrying Lizzie*
Lizzie: *little squeak as she turns and holds out her arms*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *reaches for and is handed Lizzie* What's the matter, little one?
André Toulon/Decapitron: *sad smile to Jester* So many having trouble sleeping tonight.
Lizzie: *cuddles close, hugging Leech for all she's worth* *quietly, sounding weepy* -Jes's tellin' yer story.-
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *hugs the little doll, looks to Jester*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *quietly* I had made it as far as... as Torch's first kill. *avoids mentioning the woodstove*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *stiffens and then shivers slightly, nods*
André Toulon/Decapitron: *pulls Leech close and hugs her*
Lizzie: *in the middle, still hugging as hard as she can*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *was hugging, then blinks, and squirms slightly* Lizzie...
André Toulon/Decapitron: *puzzled, loosens his hug a bit*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *trying to keep Lizzie from, well, getting stuck...*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *turns pink and quickly decides not to look*
Lizzie: *sounds slightly glum* -Well yer always tryin' teh get me in a dress...-
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *laughs* But not mine...
Lizzie: -No. That's fer Opa.-
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *blushes, but not at all offended* Yes, it is. And you need to be more careful about avoiding... booby traps.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just facepalming, but has given up on trying not to laugh*
André Toulon/Decapitron: *just chuckles and shakes his head*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: And people wonder how I ended up the way I did...
Lizzie: -So glad I don't got anythin' like this.- *grumble grumble. Squeak! Just nearly tipped onto the floor and showed both Decapatron and Leech the fact that she's stuck a small, shiny, yellow smilie sticker to her bottom over top the paint that she insists is 'bloomers'*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *catches her and goes to hand her back to Jester*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *quiet, to Lizzie* I think we are being very subtly kicked out...
Lizzie: *pouty as she's handed over* -Jes' 'cause they wanna dance more.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *snicker, but no comment to that* Good evening... *turns to head back for his room*
André Toulon/Decapitron: Good night, my friend.
Elsa Toulon/Leech: I hope you have better luck sleeping... *but expects this will be a long night for all of them*
Lizzie: *leans against Jester and seems to be scowling into space*
no subject
Then we went to the cemetary behind the hotel...
Lizzie: -Bbbbbbb.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: We thought if Gallagher could bring himself back in such a way, maybe even with Decapitron lost to us that Herr Toulon would be able to come back and help us. We never should have tried.
Lizzie: -Oh rot...-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: It took us some time... and... he wanted to return to the hotel, he said to get our things. We thought we would have to be careful. We didn't want to frighten Megan any more. We... did feel more like ourselves, but... there was something wrong. We were confused, and things seemed clouded. We thought this was because of his condition and he said it would get better and that he knew what to do.
Lizzie: *shiver*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: We found Megan in the foyer, dead. While we were out, someone had come and gone. We don't know who... but since the magic was used, I suppose it could have been one of Sutekh's servants. If so, Megan had ended up taking the blame for Neil's work and what we had just done as well as her own use of the magic. We did not bury her ourselves. The police were called anonymously by... *cuts off, then angrily* I don't want to call that thing Herr Toulon, even if it thought it was... *chokes back the hurt anger, and thinks of what to call that.. creature*
Lizzie: -Chucky?-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *brief chuckle, then nods* Very well. 'Chucky' called the police and we hid. Since Megan had had no heirs, the estate was abandoned, and we took up residence in some of the attic space.
We felt strange. Memories seemed to fade in and out. What we would know on any day was... a complete toss up. That we had not fed made things worse. Herr Toulon tried to improve efficiency with designs, so I was the most affected, being the oldest.
'Chucky' knew the right herbs, supplies were gathered... it took time, and he kept reassuring us things would be ok.
Lizzie: -Yeah, right.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: We wanted so much to believe things would be ok.
So, when he started to... request ingrediants that we knew were not part of the formula, we humored this. We thought at first... it was... a 'glitch'. Herr Toulon was getting a bit senile near the end. He also started to work on a new puppet, and the work did look like Herr Toulon's... at least then...
Lizzie: *impression of brows lifting as she snuggles and listens and seems to scowl*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: It was 1991 then. I stayed in my little chair most of the time. I was so tired.
And then we were not alone. A government sponsored paranormal investigation group came to the hotel... they had come because of Megan's unusual death, the 'disappearance' of the psychics... and the rantings of Alex Whittaker, who had been committed to an asylum with uncontrollable visions and seizures.
Lizzie: -Eee...-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: At first there were four, but a fifth soon joined them... a psychic named Camille Kenney. She had become lost on the way to the hotel. The others were Lance, Wanda... I don't think we ever heard their last names, and I've not asked...
... and there was also Carolyn Bramwell... and Carolyn's brother Patrick.
Lizzie: -...Torch.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Ja.
Lizzie: -'N 'Chucky' killed 'im 'n used 'im ta threaten yeh.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *softly* Tunneler killed him.
Lizzie: *shakes her head* -Tunneller wos th' tool. 'Chucky' done it.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: It.. it was Camille that went first. She had seen Leech and Blade talking, and screamed and ran for the others.
Lizzie: *listening again, the plushie held close*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I was feeling a little better, so I went with Pinhead. We tried not to hurt her. He - 'Chucky' - had said that we couldn't let her leave and tell stories while we were so vulnerable. Pinhead knocked her down and I gagged her and we tried to hide her. But... that was not good enough.
Things started to feel so wrong, but... we couldn't think clearly enough to know what was wrong. It was like looking at an optical illusion and trying to not be fooled. We know now that, whatever else was wrong, that thing - 'Chucky' - was insane. But we had trouble seeing it because... so were we.
Patrick had a drinking problem. He could not handle it at all. It was the evening after Camille... they had been calling all over trying to find out where she had gone. Patrick was drunk and was going to sleep it off. Tunneler put a hole in his head.
Lizzie: *mourns for both her frends*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I suppose it was his military training. He thought... if he followed orders, maybe everything would start to make sense. He was caught on their cameras... and Lance beat him unconscious with a lamp
They dissected him, studied him. When he didn't return by dawn... 'Chucky' went downstairs to find out why. He gave an alias and claimed to own the hotel. At the same time... he had almost finished the new puppet, but... he didn't know what he was doing. And we had been targeting animals on a farm nearby to deal with his... delusions.
Blade and Leech went to where they had put Patrick's body... both knew what needed done, but... we couldn't remember why, we couldn't even remember who we were... who we had been.
Lizzie: *hides face and snuggles, trying to comfort him*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: They made sure the right materials were there when 'Chucky' returned to tell us of what happened to Tunneler. 'Chucky' decided Torch was to replace him. He would have just used the formula he had tainted with bits of animal brains... it wouldn't have worked. But instead...
Lizzie: -Meep.- *shiver*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Blade has said that, according to his old studies, there is some initial reversion to immediate pre-death behavior. Patrick was falling down drunk. The fluid was still tainted with animals... and Torch woke to insanity.
Lizzie: *says a word she usually scolds people for. It's not crude... nowdays*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: He didn't know who he was... and we couldn't tell him. We didn't know he was anyone other than Torch, or that we had been anything else... not by then. Not... not most of us...
Camille's son arrived, and agreed to stay over the night... they were still looking for her.
And Leech, Blade, and Torch were sent out to hunt. They went to the farm, but... we were running short of animals there, and Torch was an uncertain variable. It's reasonable when you're small and wooden to be afraid of the crazy guy with the flamethrower.
Torch was slow... I suppose because of the weight of all that metal. Blade and Leech got there first, staying ahead of him so they could talk safely. Leech knew something had gone very wrong.
I'm not sure which was worse. Gallagher made us enjoy what he made us do. With 'Chucky'... part of us knew things were not right, but... we kept going on anyway. We kept hoping, deluding ourselves...
Lizzie: *as big a snuggle as a little doll can do*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: The couple that lived in the shack on the farm... the man died easily enough, but the woman... She caught Leech and threw her into a wood stove. Torch then caught up and returned the favor. Blade convinced him to use a poker to retrieve Leech, but... she seemed beyond repair and... she was left there.
Lizzie: -I wanna go 'ug 'er.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *nods, and will stand up and go to the door, then follows the sound of the music*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *as they get closer, can be heard talking to Decapitron* It isn't what I'm used to, not any more... but with Richard and Susan gone, how else can we prevent... *looks over as Jester comes in, carrying Lizzie*
Lizzie: *little squeak as she turns and holds out her arms*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *reaches for and is handed Lizzie* What's the matter, little one?
André Toulon/Decapitron: *sad smile to Jester* So many having trouble sleeping tonight.
Lizzie: *cuddles close, hugging Leech for all she's worth* *quietly, sounding weepy* -Jes's tellin' yer story.-
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *hugs the little doll, looks to Jester*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *quietly* I had made it as far as... as Torch's first kill. *avoids mentioning the woodstove*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *stiffens and then shivers slightly, nods*
André Toulon/Decapitron: *pulls Leech close and hugs her*
Lizzie: *in the middle, still hugging as hard as she can*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *was hugging, then blinks, and squirms slightly* Lizzie...
André Toulon/Decapitron: *puzzled, loosens his hug a bit*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *trying to keep Lizzie from, well, getting stuck...*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *turns pink and quickly decides not to look*
Lizzie: *sounds slightly glum* -Well yer always tryin' teh get me in a dress...-
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *laughs* But not mine...
Lizzie: -No. That's fer Opa.-
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *blushes, but not at all offended* Yes, it is. And you need to be more careful about avoiding... booby traps.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just facepalming, but has given up on trying not to laugh*
André Toulon/Decapitron: *just chuckles and shakes his head*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: And people wonder how I ended up the way I did...
Lizzie: -So glad I don't got anythin' like this.- *grumble grumble. Squeak! Just nearly tipped onto the floor and showed both Decapatron and Leech the fact that she's stuck a small, shiny, yellow smilie sticker to her bottom over top the paint that she insists is 'bloomers'*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *catches her and goes to hand her back to Jester*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *quiet, to Lizzie* I think we are being very subtly kicked out...
Lizzie: *pouty as she's handed over* -Jes' 'cause they wanna dance more.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *snicker, but no comment to that* Good evening... *turns to head back for his room*
André Toulon/Decapitron: Good night, my friend.
Elsa Toulon/Leech: I hope you have better luck sleeping... *but expects this will be a long night for all of them*
Lizzie: *leans against Jester and seems to be scowling into space*