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Nexus: The House: That Night
((Happens on Jan 15th (same night as the Black Dog Wish Incident).))
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *watching the moonlight through the window. Or, well... it might be moonlight. He realises he hasn't actually seen the moon in this place, and from some of the things he's heard it could just as well be a glowing space whale. Either way, he's sitting on the floor in a room, avoiding his new sleeping bag and sleep in general, and watching the light come through the window, hitting the occasional dust mote on its way to make a square of slightly brighter floor.*
Lizzie: *is that soft door creak, and then a tiny head peeking inside as she comes looking for him after going to check on her amaryllis, which has thankfully stopped blooming and making the entire house smell like flower*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *had left the door slightly open so the latch wouldn't be a hindrance... he knows how much trouble doorknobs can be. Smiles at Lizzie, but the smile is faintly sad*
Lizzie: *comes scooting inside, tugging on the tiny silk kimono that one of the puppets gave her for Christmas, and that she uses for her nighttime outfit*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *hasn't even thought of the possibility of turning on the lights at night, so has just been sitting in here in the dark* This has been a very strange day.
Lizzie: *hesitates as she reaches him, instead of snuggling up like she'd usually do and burrowing under his arm* *looks up at his face* -That's puttin' it lightly.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: This... *meaning his current form, as he looks at his hands* It brings back memories. That is both a good and a bad thing. *misses the snuggling right now, but says nothing about it*
Lizzie: *tiny sigh* -I know how that kin be. Um... I jes' realized yer a bloke now. D'ye still... Um. Dolls're usually fer girls...-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *laughs, but tries to do so quietly so he won't wake the others... if any of them are having any more luck sleeping. Then he'll reach to carefully pick Lizzie up for a cuddle, if she'll allow it, holding her in much the same way as he had earlier that evening at the Black Dog* I am still myself...
Lizzie: *happy to be picked up. Turns those slightly faded brown eyes toward his face* -Yeah. But I'm useta yeh bein' wood 'n cloth 'n gunk.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *quietly* It's what I am used to, also. But in all the ways that matter, I am still myself. Or as much of myself as I have been since we arrived here.
Lizzie: -Wottrya mean?- *leans so she can try to see his face*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: We are puppets, not dolls, Lizzie. You know the difference, ja? Puppets... have strings. Even if you cannot see them. Right now our strings are broken, and so are we... not because of these forms, but because we have lost the person we trusted to hold those strings.
Lizzie: *wriggles till she's gotten down to sit on his knee so that she can lean back and look up at his face from the shadow of her bright blue fake fur wig* *quietly, confused and sad* -But Shade..?-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: He is a cat. He has been a great help to us, but... *reminded of something said by someone who, from his expression, it frightens him a little to think of* What strange creatures that would make us.
Lizzie: -Buh?-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: There is much that we have not said, about what we are, about what it means for us to be that way. I would not want you to be afraid of us. But you deserve to know... if you want.
Lizzie: -I know in some places yer horror movie props.- *impression of raised brows, though hers don't move*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: It is deserved, believe me. *slight shiver* To start at the beginning would be a long story... but I am not sleeping anyway. It frightens me.
Lizzie: *scoots down and hurries over to the door, then returns with both her own tiny plush toy and the little teddy bear that she stole the cowboy hat from and which has since become Jester's*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a smile again* Ja, I suppose those might be needed...
Lizzie: *stops and holds the little cream coloured bear up by one ear. It's a little bit shorter than her, so this sort of works* -He ain't really big enough no more.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Nein... but sometimes, you have to make do with what little you have.
Lizzie: *snerks and offers the toy*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *will give it a cuddle, or as best as possible given the size*
Lizzie: *climbs up and leans against him* -Don't believe yeh could be scary, Jes'. Not on yer own.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Alex Whittaker would disagree. Carolyn Bramwell would disagree. Their friends would as well, I think, if any from those times were living. But that is getting ahead of things...
Lizzie: *impression of a frown as she lays back and looks up at his face, her plushie held absently close*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *decides the best place to start... is at the beginning. Or at least what was the beginning for him.* I first met the Toulons when I was nine years old. They had moved to Berlin, where I lived with my mother, and she would take me to their puppet shows.
The puppets I saw then all had strings... normal ones. Herr Toulon had given up practicing magic, because it had hurt him too badly.
Lizzie: *intent, though still seeming to give the impression of that quizzical and confused frown*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I didn't know about the magic then. I did not know about a lot of things, like the reasons behind my mother's absences. They became worse as the years passed. I stayed with the Toulons often, and not just for the shows. Sometimes I would help. They were - and are - like a second set of parents to me.
As I got old enough, I learned that my mother ran messages for people who opposed the things the Nazis were doing. The Toulons were involved as well. And, eventually, so was I.
Lizzie: *softly* -'O course.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: The Toulons would travel sometimes, the puppet shows were an excuse, and this way they could make contacts the others could not. I started to travel with them when I was fourteen, acting as Herr Toulon's assistant. Herr Strauss - Pinhead - is from Poland, and I met him on one of those trips.
Despite the difference in ages, we were good friends even then. It was hard to find friends one could trust, when one was involved in the things that we were.
Lizzie: *gives her stiff little nod, but then turns her head slightly as she thinks she catches the faint, far off sound of a snore* -Speakin' 'o Pinhead.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *faint smile* I suppose not all of us are having trouble sleeping. *is not so much having trouble as is afraid to even try it*
Lizzie: -He's huggin' Shade like a teddy bear.- *rubs her face on her plushie, and then looks up again attentively*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *a sigh and he continues* In 1934, when I was 22 years old, my mother was arrested while I was away with the Toulons on another trip. She was just gone, and we never saw her again. This happened... often.
I managed to avoid suspicion and took over her communications, but with my own adjustments. I worked as a bookkeeper, and so I was able to hide information in code among the papers I handled every day.
Lizzie: *over to the crook of his arm so she can snuggle as she lays and looks up at him. Pause to examine his shirt and poke it, liking the texture of the thick, old fashioned flannel*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I managed for a while... but in 1936, a month and a few days after my 24th birthday, they came to arrest me.
I could not let this happen. I knew too much that could put too many others in danger, and the Gestapo had their ways to be persuasive. So I tried to flee...
Lizzie: *looks up, suddenly holding her plush in a death grip* *Jester will feel a very very faint thread of distress that isn't his own*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *trying to be reassuring about a topic that just... isn't, and his expression is a bit distant* It didn't hurt. I felt something hit my back... and I was falling... but I never even felt myself hit the ground.
Lizzie: *snuggles, hiding her face on him as she silently grieves for that long ago young man*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I had told Herr Toulon once about a dream I had. One where I was helping with the puppet shows... but where I was one of the puppets. It had disturbed him, and his wife, and at the time I did not know why.
I found out then... waking up and finding myself in the form you are more familiar with.
Lizzie: -They weren't ready teh say g'bye.- *face still hidden*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Nein. And neither was I, or it would not have worked. The magic cannot force someone to live. There was a point, as I started to wake, when I could have refused it. But I had unfinished business... the records in my office. If the code was cracked, then my death would have been for nothing.
Lizzie: *looks up at him again, the grip on her plush still firm*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I remember that, at first I did not really think of myself as alive. I wasn't sure what I was, and I didn't think about it. The task was what mattered. The first night after I became Jester, I went back to where I had worked... and I set it on fire.
Lizzie: *soft sound of a mental gasp*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I think it was realizing that I did not want to burn up with everything else that made me decide... I must still be alive, or I would not be afraid of dying.
I escaped easily enough, since I had left the window open, and I returned to the puppet theater.
Lizzie: *impression of lifted brows urging him to continue*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: After that, I helped with the shows... and occasionally with messages and sabotage. Herr Toulon told me anything I wanted to know about... how it was that I had been changed.
A month and a half later, Herr Strauss visited. He had heard word of my demise. I allowed him to see me. Not on the stage, where Herr Toulon could use the excuse that I was some motorized automaton... but out in the open, or as open as the workshop was. We trusted him.
Lizzie: *bit of a seeming of a wibble. Softly* -Hard not teh.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *a nod* He was a truck driver. For the resistance, he would smuggle things - and sometimes people. A few times, when it was safe enough and I was not needed in Berlin, I would go with him.
I was the only puppet like myself for over four years. Then, in 1940, I accompanied Herr Strauss on another of his trips.
His preferred assignment... he would smuggle food to the Warsaw Ghetto. It was impossible for an adult to get in and out past the guards, especially a big scary guy like Herman Strauss.
What was done was that a place would be found in the walls where the fence was loose, or the wall had boards that could be moved to make a small hole, or there was a drain... anything that would work, and the children would be sent out.
They sent four year olds, because if they were older they would have had to wear the yellow star, and younger and they might not follow instructions.
Lizzie: *soft snerk* -Scary.- *snerk* *listens to the snore again, and then once more looks up*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a smile* To those who do not know him, and who are foolish enough to judge by appearances, ja.
That time, while Herman was removing packages from the truck, a guard found the way the children were getting out.. a gap barely more than a foot in size where loose bricks had been chipped out, in a wall facing the alley we had parked near. Herr Strauss returned to find the guard taking aim at one of the children... so from behind him, he broke his neck.
Lizzie: *tiny mental squeak, and again the soft rush of grieving*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Unfortunately, the guard was not alone. There was a second on the same patrol. Herman was between them and the children, and he would not move until they had scrambled back to their side of the wall.
I picked up a piece of broken glass in the alleyway, but I was not fast enough... The guard managed to fire before I injured his ankle and... when he fell down, made certain he would not be shooting anyone again.
Lizzie: *shaky mental sigh and snuggles. Still feels of that sadness and mourning*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: At first, it seemed all I could do was stay there, with Herr Strauss, until... until what would come. But he said... he asked if I thought he would be any good at theater. It was the last thing he said, and I knew what he meant. And Herr Toulon had told me what needed to be done.
So I found a cleaner piece of glass, and took the syringe that was kept with... my food. And after that... I managed to contact Herr Toulon so he could retrieve me from Poland.
Lizzie: *quietly* -I gotta give 'im a hug when 'e wakes up.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a smile* He will like that.
Since Tunneler already told how he and Six-Shooter joined us later that year, that brings us to 1941, and four living puppets in a theater in Berlin. A theater ran by André Toulon and his wife Elsa...
Lizzie: -'N no bloomin' Punch 'n Judy in sight.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Well, we did have a stringed Hitler puppet, but he was more punching bag than Punch.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *watching the moonlight through the window. Or, well... it might be moonlight. He realises he hasn't actually seen the moon in this place, and from some of the things he's heard it could just as well be a glowing space whale. Either way, he's sitting on the floor in a room, avoiding his new sleeping bag and sleep in general, and watching the light come through the window, hitting the occasional dust mote on its way to make a square of slightly brighter floor.*
Lizzie: *is that soft door creak, and then a tiny head peeking inside as she comes looking for him after going to check on her amaryllis, which has thankfully stopped blooming and making the entire house smell like flower*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *had left the door slightly open so the latch wouldn't be a hindrance... he knows how much trouble doorknobs can be. Smiles at Lizzie, but the smile is faintly sad*
Lizzie: *comes scooting inside, tugging on the tiny silk kimono that one of the puppets gave her for Christmas, and that she uses for her nighttime outfit*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *hasn't even thought of the possibility of turning on the lights at night, so has just been sitting in here in the dark* This has been a very strange day.
Lizzie: *hesitates as she reaches him, instead of snuggling up like she'd usually do and burrowing under his arm* *looks up at his face* -That's puttin' it lightly.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: This... *meaning his current form, as he looks at his hands* It brings back memories. That is both a good and a bad thing. *misses the snuggling right now, but says nothing about it*
Lizzie: *tiny sigh* -I know how that kin be. Um... I jes' realized yer a bloke now. D'ye still... Um. Dolls're usually fer girls...-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *laughs, but tries to do so quietly so he won't wake the others... if any of them are having any more luck sleeping. Then he'll reach to carefully pick Lizzie up for a cuddle, if she'll allow it, holding her in much the same way as he had earlier that evening at the Black Dog* I am still myself...
Lizzie: *happy to be picked up. Turns those slightly faded brown eyes toward his face* -Yeah. But I'm useta yeh bein' wood 'n cloth 'n gunk.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *quietly* It's what I am used to, also. But in all the ways that matter, I am still myself. Or as much of myself as I have been since we arrived here.
Lizzie: -Wottrya mean?- *leans so she can try to see his face*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: We are puppets, not dolls, Lizzie. You know the difference, ja? Puppets... have strings. Even if you cannot see them. Right now our strings are broken, and so are we... not because of these forms, but because we have lost the person we trusted to hold those strings.
Lizzie: *wriggles till she's gotten down to sit on his knee so that she can lean back and look up at his face from the shadow of her bright blue fake fur wig* *quietly, confused and sad* -But Shade..?-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: He is a cat. He has been a great help to us, but... *reminded of something said by someone who, from his expression, it frightens him a little to think of* What strange creatures that would make us.
Lizzie: -Buh?-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: There is much that we have not said, about what we are, about what it means for us to be that way. I would not want you to be afraid of us. But you deserve to know... if you want.
Lizzie: -I know in some places yer horror movie props.- *impression of raised brows, though hers don't move*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: It is deserved, believe me. *slight shiver* To start at the beginning would be a long story... but I am not sleeping anyway. It frightens me.
Lizzie: *scoots down and hurries over to the door, then returns with both her own tiny plush toy and the little teddy bear that she stole the cowboy hat from and which has since become Jester's*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a smile again* Ja, I suppose those might be needed...
Lizzie: *stops and holds the little cream coloured bear up by one ear. It's a little bit shorter than her, so this sort of works* -He ain't really big enough no more.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Nein... but sometimes, you have to make do with what little you have.
Lizzie: *snerks and offers the toy*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *will give it a cuddle, or as best as possible given the size*
Lizzie: *climbs up and leans against him* -Don't believe yeh could be scary, Jes'. Not on yer own.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Alex Whittaker would disagree. Carolyn Bramwell would disagree. Their friends would as well, I think, if any from those times were living. But that is getting ahead of things...
Lizzie: *impression of a frown as she lays back and looks up at his face, her plushie held absently close*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *decides the best place to start... is at the beginning. Or at least what was the beginning for him.* I first met the Toulons when I was nine years old. They had moved to Berlin, where I lived with my mother, and she would take me to their puppet shows.
The puppets I saw then all had strings... normal ones. Herr Toulon had given up practicing magic, because it had hurt him too badly.
Lizzie: *intent, though still seeming to give the impression of that quizzical and confused frown*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I didn't know about the magic then. I did not know about a lot of things, like the reasons behind my mother's absences. They became worse as the years passed. I stayed with the Toulons often, and not just for the shows. Sometimes I would help. They were - and are - like a second set of parents to me.
As I got old enough, I learned that my mother ran messages for people who opposed the things the Nazis were doing. The Toulons were involved as well. And, eventually, so was I.
Lizzie: *softly* -'O course.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: The Toulons would travel sometimes, the puppet shows were an excuse, and this way they could make contacts the others could not. I started to travel with them when I was fourteen, acting as Herr Toulon's assistant. Herr Strauss - Pinhead - is from Poland, and I met him on one of those trips.
Despite the difference in ages, we were good friends even then. It was hard to find friends one could trust, when one was involved in the things that we were.
Lizzie: *gives her stiff little nod, but then turns her head slightly as she thinks she catches the faint, far off sound of a snore* -Speakin' 'o Pinhead.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *faint smile* I suppose not all of us are having trouble sleeping. *is not so much having trouble as is afraid to even try it*
Lizzie: -He's huggin' Shade like a teddy bear.- *rubs her face on her plushie, and then looks up again attentively*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *a sigh and he continues* In 1934, when I was 22 years old, my mother was arrested while I was away with the Toulons on another trip. She was just gone, and we never saw her again. This happened... often.
I managed to avoid suspicion and took over her communications, but with my own adjustments. I worked as a bookkeeper, and so I was able to hide information in code among the papers I handled every day.
Lizzie: *over to the crook of his arm so she can snuggle as she lays and looks up at him. Pause to examine his shirt and poke it, liking the texture of the thick, old fashioned flannel*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I managed for a while... but in 1936, a month and a few days after my 24th birthday, they came to arrest me.
I could not let this happen. I knew too much that could put too many others in danger, and the Gestapo had their ways to be persuasive. So I tried to flee...
Lizzie: *looks up, suddenly holding her plush in a death grip* *Jester will feel a very very faint thread of distress that isn't his own*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *trying to be reassuring about a topic that just... isn't, and his expression is a bit distant* It didn't hurt. I felt something hit my back... and I was falling... but I never even felt myself hit the ground.
Lizzie: *snuggles, hiding her face on him as she silently grieves for that long ago young man*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I had told Herr Toulon once about a dream I had. One where I was helping with the puppet shows... but where I was one of the puppets. It had disturbed him, and his wife, and at the time I did not know why.
I found out then... waking up and finding myself in the form you are more familiar with.
Lizzie: -They weren't ready teh say g'bye.- *face still hidden*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Nein. And neither was I, or it would not have worked. The magic cannot force someone to live. There was a point, as I started to wake, when I could have refused it. But I had unfinished business... the records in my office. If the code was cracked, then my death would have been for nothing.
Lizzie: *looks up at him again, the grip on her plush still firm*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I remember that, at first I did not really think of myself as alive. I wasn't sure what I was, and I didn't think about it. The task was what mattered. The first night after I became Jester, I went back to where I had worked... and I set it on fire.
Lizzie: *soft sound of a mental gasp*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I think it was realizing that I did not want to burn up with everything else that made me decide... I must still be alive, or I would not be afraid of dying.
I escaped easily enough, since I had left the window open, and I returned to the puppet theater.
Lizzie: *impression of lifted brows urging him to continue*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: After that, I helped with the shows... and occasionally with messages and sabotage. Herr Toulon told me anything I wanted to know about... how it was that I had been changed.
A month and a half later, Herr Strauss visited. He had heard word of my demise. I allowed him to see me. Not on the stage, where Herr Toulon could use the excuse that I was some motorized automaton... but out in the open, or as open as the workshop was. We trusted him.
Lizzie: *bit of a seeming of a wibble. Softly* -Hard not teh.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *a nod* He was a truck driver. For the resistance, he would smuggle things - and sometimes people. A few times, when it was safe enough and I was not needed in Berlin, I would go with him.
I was the only puppet like myself for over four years. Then, in 1940, I accompanied Herr Strauss on another of his trips.
His preferred assignment... he would smuggle food to the Warsaw Ghetto. It was impossible for an adult to get in and out past the guards, especially a big scary guy like Herman Strauss.
What was done was that a place would be found in the walls where the fence was loose, or the wall had boards that could be moved to make a small hole, or there was a drain... anything that would work, and the children would be sent out.
They sent four year olds, because if they were older they would have had to wear the yellow star, and younger and they might not follow instructions.
Lizzie: *soft snerk* -Scary.- *snerk* *listens to the snore again, and then once more looks up*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a smile* To those who do not know him, and who are foolish enough to judge by appearances, ja.
That time, while Herman was removing packages from the truck, a guard found the way the children were getting out.. a gap barely more than a foot in size where loose bricks had been chipped out, in a wall facing the alley we had parked near. Herr Strauss returned to find the guard taking aim at one of the children... so from behind him, he broke his neck.
Lizzie: *tiny mental squeak, and again the soft rush of grieving*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Unfortunately, the guard was not alone. There was a second on the same patrol. Herman was between them and the children, and he would not move until they had scrambled back to their side of the wall.
I picked up a piece of broken glass in the alleyway, but I was not fast enough... The guard managed to fire before I injured his ankle and... when he fell down, made certain he would not be shooting anyone again.
Lizzie: *shaky mental sigh and snuggles. Still feels of that sadness and mourning*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: At first, it seemed all I could do was stay there, with Herr Strauss, until... until what would come. But he said... he asked if I thought he would be any good at theater. It was the last thing he said, and I knew what he meant. And Herr Toulon had told me what needed to be done.
So I found a cleaner piece of glass, and took the syringe that was kept with... my food. And after that... I managed to contact Herr Toulon so he could retrieve me from Poland.
Lizzie: *quietly* -I gotta give 'im a hug when 'e wakes up.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a smile* He will like that.
Since Tunneler already told how he and Six-Shooter joined us later that year, that brings us to 1941, and four living puppets in a theater in Berlin. A theater ran by André Toulon and his wife Elsa...
Lizzie: -'N no bloomin' Punch 'n Judy in sight.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Well, we did have a stringed Hitler puppet, but he was more punching bag than Punch.
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Lizzie: *absent little gagging sound*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Ja. Sometimes... I am surprised she managed to hold on, during the time he was lost to us... but I think she never gave up hope that we would get him back somehow... Except for then, because it seemed like we had but he was not himself. *softly* And it was worse when we finally had him back, and she was gone.
Lizzie: *quiet dismay at the thought* -Oh no...-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *nods* But that is getting ahead again. ... *thinks to where he was as he returns to where he'd been sitting*
Blade and Torch returned alone. That left so few of us. Decapitron hadn't even been finished when lost, Six-Shooter had not been seen in decades. Tunneler was gone as well. Of the ones from before, there was Blade, Pinhead, and myself... and I was very ill by then.
With each of us lost, we seemed to become... more confused. As if, as a whole, there was less of us to remember how things should be. We were fading into madness...
Lizzie: *clings to him and to her plushie at the thought of him ill*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: He would put us back in the puppet case sometimes, which we thought strange. I was so tired, but... I think Torch found the diary during that time. Not that it would have even helped us to read it, with our minds in the condition they were.... but...
When we were let out early the next morning, Blade tried to show Torch around the hotel... the passages and things we could use to keep hidden because of the cameras the researchers had set up in some places. The... 'Chucky'... had gone out as well, to the beach. Blade returned, without Torch. He said Torch had been watching Carolyn through one of the vents, and... had then decided to go on a walk. He would not return for several hours.
Lizzie: *nestling movement, but no sound*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: With both gone, Blade took the risk of trying to make untainted food for us. I do not think I would have lasted much longer if he had not. Pinhead helped, for the things that required having hands.
Lizzie: -...Wos 'e a good cook?-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *chuckled* 'Chucky' came back and caught them, but... luckily did not tamper with anything. It worked. I was more awake for the rest of things... not that that was very pleasant. But at least... things started to clear up a little. Our suspicions became... easier to grasp.
Lizzie: *sigh of slight relief. Yes, she knows he's fine now, if too big and soft. But she comes from a time when verbal stories were something you listened to and lived along with the teller*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: We started trying to... get our thoughts to organize properly, but it was like there was some key we were missing that would unlock everything.
After Torch returned, he did not want to talk to anyone... I went with him and Blade the next time we were to go hunting. Blade was concerned about making Torch feel like part of the group... especially now that he had sobered up.
We targeted animals again. 'Chucky' was pleased when we returned from what looked like a good trip. He said it was good we were patient and took care always to... to harvest from humans and not animals or the already rotting dead. 'What strange creatures that would make you', he said. Torch was shocked by this. He did not realize we were being disobediant in this. Blade managed to get him to be quiet about it... and I started to wonder if... with what he said... maybe Herr Toulon had just been dead too long. Of course, it was worse than that, but... I do think it was a part of it.
Lizzie: *little mental urp sound*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: The fifth night that the researchers were in the hotel, orders were given that the rest of them were to die... except for Carolyn. Blade went after Lance and Wanda... and Torch was sent to deal with Michael Kenney. He had stayed around and was interested in Carolyn.
Lizzie: *winces and mutters about stupid brothers sometimes*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Blade finished his work quickly... but Torch managed to set a bed on fire and still miss the target. He was then sprayed and hit with a fire extinguisher.
Lizzie: *head bonks despite her sadness and sympathy*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: He said later that wasn't such a bad thing. Getting knocked out for a second cleared up some of the static for a bit... and he remembered. He started to head back to the attic, but you know he is the slowest of us.
Lizzie: *quietly* -Yeah...- *leans on Jester as she snuggles her plush*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Michael was heading upstairs as well. You see, Carolyn had decided to search the rooms up there, thinking 'Chucky' was out again... but he came back. Pinhead and Blade both tried to stop Michael, and I was in the dumbwaiter.
Pinhead was thrown into a few walls, and Blade got thrown down the shaft of the dumbwaiter... I was using it to move Camille again. We kept doing that so the body would not be found... there didn't seem much point in that after tonight so I thought taking her to the attic was a good idea. I didn't really know what we were supposed to do with her.
Lizzie: *sighs*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: When we returned to the room in the attic... things had reached a level of insanity that made the rest seem like nothing.
Lizzie: *stiffens* -Eeek...-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Carolyn had been tied to a chair, and 'Chucky' had these two giant dolls... Even then I thought they were a bit crude compared to Herr Toulon's usual work. But we could think more clearly then... You see, we had found that missing key. When Blade and Pinhead were almost knocked out, it had similar effect as it had on Torch... and to snap me out of things and also to keep ourselves from slipping again, we went back to using our old names for a while. We knew where the strings were now, and... that reminder, it is as if it helped us put a barrier between ourselves and 'Chucky's' influence.
Lizzie: -Yer name's who 'n wot yeh are.-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Ja. And 'Chucky' had proven he did not know who we were. His reaction to what happened to Leech made that clear... as did the situation then.
He believed Carolyn was Elsa.
Lizzie: -WOT?-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just nods agreement* We found this out right after he drank some of that puppet food and braaains cocktail he'd been making, and cut his own throat to put himself in a giant doll. It was like waking up and wondering where we were going and why we were in a handbasket.
Lizzie: *flail*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: And he intended to do the same to Carolyn. Well, that was the last straw. *mutters* The last straw should have been so much sooner...
We did get one amusing moment, though... he found out we'd brought animal brains because... *fighting giggles* he started making pig noises.
Lizzie: -......- *hands to mouth as she giggles too*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: We were so busted.
Lizzie: *sobers and snuggles*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Unfortunately, it did not last. He tried to force Carolyn to drink some of that slop, and she wouldn't. Michael was trying to beat the door down... and finally found out how to open it, idiot that he was.
When 'Chucky' was distracted by Michael coming in, I stole the rest of the tainted puppet food. Pinhead grabbed 'Chucky's' leg and knocked him down...
'Chucky' knocked Herman... Pinhead... away, but Michael got Carolyn untied and they fled. According to Torch later, they ran right past him without even looking. Blade and Pinhead had managed to do some damage by the time Torch came in. For a second we didn't know what he would do... but we didn't even have to try to explain.
Lizzie: -Wot a stink...-
Hans Seiderman/Jester: 'Chucky' fell out the window after he was set on fire. And Torch... he just said we should go down and make sure he was dead.
Lizzie: *shiver*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Now that we could think more clearly, we could explain some things to him. He was still very confused, and had problems... most of those faded in time. But then, we were in a very bad spot. As soon as Michael and Carolyn reached town, we expected there would be police, there would be problems... They even had film this time. They would tear the hotel apart looking for us. We had to get out.
Sometimes I think we should have let them take us... but at least the next mistake we contained, mostly on our own...
Lizzie: *seems to frown as she lays back and looks up at him*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: We needed someone who could drive, and we still had the giant doll that 'Chucky' had planned to use for Carolyn. The animal matter hadn't seemed to slow 'Chucky' down all that much, and even Torch was recovering, so... ... Our options seemed to be either Wanda or Camille. We thought - Camille was psychic, we had at least tried not to hurt her, and I'd already moved the body to the attic...
Lizzie: -...- *hides her face on her plushie, which looks up at Jester with a google-eyed expression*