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l’s escape room birthday | every second dripping off my fingertips
Who: ‘Lazarus Sauveterre’ (L Lawliet) and select friends
What: L’s Depraved Escape Room Hellromp
When: October 31st
Where: A reclaimed house in Gaze
Content warnings: Underage drinking, psychological horror, eventual cosmic horror, suggestive MSPaint drawings (displayed in tags)
At an abandoned house towards the edge of Gaze, although not that one, someone has been extraordinarily busy on very short notice. Directions to the party may only be obtained from the guest of honour himself or the chief planner, hand drawn maps distributed on scrolls tied with black ribbon. These maps lead to a dilapidated seeming two story home constructed in a typical Trench style, festooned with towerlets and dark, leering windows.
Inside the house, however, the first two rooms of the house will be what most people might expect of a party: in contradiction of the exterior, the sitting room and the dining room have been thoroughly cleaned and redecorated in an elegant black and grey theme.
In the sitting room, a fire crackles invitingly at one end, surrounded by comfortable couches and chairs, while the other half of the room is open for mingling or dancing near the old-fashioned looking (but thoroughly modern in its interior) phonograph, into which requests from the musical library of DeerNet may be fed.
The dining room is dominated by a long table of desserts of all kinds, from rainbow bowls of hard candy to sculpted chocolates to stacks of little cakes and pastries on serving towers. Those in search of savoury fare will come up nearly empty-handed, save for a cheese plate or two interspersed throughout. On the side tables, bottles of liquors and liqueurs alternate with tea and coffee services, along with a selection of juices, sparkling waters, and other mixers.
The adjoining restroom even has little charcoal soaps carved into whimsical, seasonally appropriate shapes, to complete the welcoming and convivial atmosphere, which is a good thing, because there’s one catch that the invitations failed to mention:
After the guests have all arrived, none of them are leaving through the door they entered through, because it (like the back door, and the windows) has been altered to only open from the outside.
Welcome to Lazarus Sauveterre’s birthday puzzle box. Enjoy your exploration of the rest of the house - or, if so inclined, stick to the front rooms. After all, someone is sure to figure it out before morning.
(Costumes are optional, but encouraged.)
The Ceremony Room
The first room down the hall from the sitting and dining rooms is full of the obvious remnants of an invocation: half-melted black candles, a runic circle carved meticulously into the bare hardwood floor, a stone altar topped with bowls of salt, water, and iridescent oil.
It is also obvious from the char marks and smoke stains on the peeling wallpaper that something may not have gone as planned. Keen eyes will notice that among other piles of flaked off paper are scraps of notes written in runes that match those on the floor.
This room will be most easily solved by party goers familiar with the occult and ritual.
The Library
Further down the hall lies a modest library. The bookshelves here are in disarray, with no immediately obvious rhyme or reason to their organization. Even the books themselves are at all angles with each other, crammed sideways, upside down, and backwards between mismatched bookends and musty, half-dead potted plants. Three tables of differing make are centered in a triangle at the library’s heart, covered in loose papers filled with a script that does not lend itself to easy deciphering.
Fresh paper and pencils are stacked on the small, cleared desk by the door, evidently for guest’s use.
The secrets of this room are best discerned by those with an interest in linguistics and cryptography.
The Study
Just off of the library, this smaller room is dominated by a massive wooden desk, heavy cabinets, and a squatting iron-bound chest. All of them are locked, and the keyhooks beneath an oil painting of the sea and above the back of the desk are conspicuously empty. If the investigators wish to rifle through the home owner’s hidden items and correspondence, they’ll need to be deft of hand and sharp of eye - and perhaps, if all else fails, thoughtful about construction.
What is hidden here will be quickest found by sneak thieves and the mechanically inclined.
The Laboratory
On the second floor, to the left of the stairs, lies a room neater than most left in the house. Racks of glassware compete with disassembled clockwork mechanisms for space on the counters lining the walls, and those familiar with the scientific (or pseudo-scientific) process will notice swiftly that it seems a series of experiments were being documented on the blackboard that dominates one end of the room. Other notes are scattered throughout the room in disorder, inviting the guests to piece together this mystery in both time and space.
Those with experience in rigorous study and the natural sciences will find this room a surmountable challenge.
The Observatory
The largest room on the top floor boasts a telescope mounted in a rotating dome that may be turned by the means of a hand crank on the wall, which spins a central platform via some cunning hidden mechanism in the floor. Those who put their eyes to the telescope will be treated to a dazzling view of Trench’s night sky, dotted with stars.
On the walls of this room hang a series of clocks of various makes and models, not one of which is set to the right time, and all of which are paired to a star chart that depicts no night sky that may be seen through the telescope.
Those who star gaze or devote themselves to numbers will have the best luck here.
The Guest Bedroom
What was once a modest guest bedroom adjacent to the observatory has been rifled through by someone on a less delicate mission than the puzzle solvers. The armoire hangs open with the spare sheets and towels inside ripped out and discarded, while the sunken mattress has been slashed with a blade and divested of fistfuls of tufted fiber in search of something. The knife in question may be found at the dressing table tucked into a corner, sticking out upright above the drawer someone pried apart with it.
Next to it: a guest book, of the old-fashioned kind, intended for each visitor to the room to add a greeting and a few memories of their stay. Between its leather cover, it seems the guests of this house prior to this party had a great deal to jot down, and some of them even seemed to have used it to discuss a certain upcoming matter between themselves…
The secrets of this room will reveal themselves most readily to those with profiling and associative skills.
(The master bedroom across the hall is only a comfortable room, cleaner than the rest of the house, with a soft bed and a door that locks from the inside.)
The Hidden Chamber
Beneath the house, the last room may be found once all the other rooms are solved, concealed at the bottom of a narrow staircase. It is a small, spare room, all of it one apparently seamless stone enclosure, and in its center rests a plain white cloth, an empty silver bowl, a hand mirror in a silver frame, and a fresh white candle set into a candle holder made of a black crystal geode.
No special skill is needed to solve this room. Only a clever mind is required to apprehend the room’s purpose and locate the key.
[The mystery spreadsheet for clues and solutions is here. The purpose of these prompts is not to create a mystery for you, the players, but an in character framework for setting up puzzle solving for the characters.]
What: L’s Depraved Escape Room Hellromp
When: October 31st
Where: A reclaimed house in Gaze
Content warnings: Underage drinking, psychological horror, eventual cosmic horror, suggestive MSPaint drawings (displayed in tags)
At an abandoned house towards the edge of Gaze, although not that one, someone has been extraordinarily busy on very short notice. Directions to the party may only be obtained from the guest of honour himself or the chief planner, hand drawn maps distributed on scrolls tied with black ribbon. These maps lead to a dilapidated seeming two story home constructed in a typical Trench style, festooned with towerlets and dark, leering windows.
Inside the house, however, the first two rooms of the house will be what most people might expect of a party: in contradiction of the exterior, the sitting room and the dining room have been thoroughly cleaned and redecorated in an elegant black and grey theme.
In the sitting room, a fire crackles invitingly at one end, surrounded by comfortable couches and chairs, while the other half of the room is open for mingling or dancing near the old-fashioned looking (but thoroughly modern in its interior) phonograph, into which requests from the musical library of DeerNet may be fed.
The dining room is dominated by a long table of desserts of all kinds, from rainbow bowls of hard candy to sculpted chocolates to stacks of little cakes and pastries on serving towers. Those in search of savoury fare will come up nearly empty-handed, save for a cheese plate or two interspersed throughout. On the side tables, bottles of liquors and liqueurs alternate with tea and coffee services, along with a selection of juices, sparkling waters, and other mixers.
The adjoining restroom even has little charcoal soaps carved into whimsical, seasonally appropriate shapes, to complete the welcoming and convivial atmosphere, which is a good thing, because there’s one catch that the invitations failed to mention:
After the guests have all arrived, none of them are leaving through the door they entered through, because it (like the back door, and the windows) has been altered to only open from the outside.
Welcome to Lazarus Sauveterre’s birthday puzzle box. Enjoy your exploration of the rest of the house - or, if so inclined, stick to the front rooms. After all, someone is sure to figure it out before morning.
(Costumes are optional, but encouraged.)
The Ceremony Room
The first room down the hall from the sitting and dining rooms is full of the obvious remnants of an invocation: half-melted black candles, a runic circle carved meticulously into the bare hardwood floor, a stone altar topped with bowls of salt, water, and iridescent oil.
It is also obvious from the char marks and smoke stains on the peeling wallpaper that something may not have gone as planned. Keen eyes will notice that among other piles of flaked off paper are scraps of notes written in runes that match those on the floor.
This room will be most easily solved by party goers familiar with the occult and ritual.
The Library
Further down the hall lies a modest library. The bookshelves here are in disarray, with no immediately obvious rhyme or reason to their organization. Even the books themselves are at all angles with each other, crammed sideways, upside down, and backwards between mismatched bookends and musty, half-dead potted plants. Three tables of differing make are centered in a triangle at the library’s heart, covered in loose papers filled with a script that does not lend itself to easy deciphering.
Fresh paper and pencils are stacked on the small, cleared desk by the door, evidently for guest’s use.
The secrets of this room are best discerned by those with an interest in linguistics and cryptography.
The Study
Just off of the library, this smaller room is dominated by a massive wooden desk, heavy cabinets, and a squatting iron-bound chest. All of them are locked, and the keyhooks beneath an oil painting of the sea and above the back of the desk are conspicuously empty. If the investigators wish to rifle through the home owner’s hidden items and correspondence, they’ll need to be deft of hand and sharp of eye - and perhaps, if all else fails, thoughtful about construction.
What is hidden here will be quickest found by sneak thieves and the mechanically inclined.
The Laboratory
On the second floor, to the left of the stairs, lies a room neater than most left in the house. Racks of glassware compete with disassembled clockwork mechanisms for space on the counters lining the walls, and those familiar with the scientific (or pseudo-scientific) process will notice swiftly that it seems a series of experiments were being documented on the blackboard that dominates one end of the room. Other notes are scattered throughout the room in disorder, inviting the guests to piece together this mystery in both time and space.
Those with experience in rigorous study and the natural sciences will find this room a surmountable challenge.
The Observatory
The largest room on the top floor boasts a telescope mounted in a rotating dome that may be turned by the means of a hand crank on the wall, which spins a central platform via some cunning hidden mechanism in the floor. Those who put their eyes to the telescope will be treated to a dazzling view of Trench’s night sky, dotted with stars.
On the walls of this room hang a series of clocks of various makes and models, not one of which is set to the right time, and all of which are paired to a star chart that depicts no night sky that may be seen through the telescope.
Those who star gaze or devote themselves to numbers will have the best luck here.
The Guest Bedroom
What was once a modest guest bedroom adjacent to the observatory has been rifled through by someone on a less delicate mission than the puzzle solvers. The armoire hangs open with the spare sheets and towels inside ripped out and discarded, while the sunken mattress has been slashed with a blade and divested of fistfuls of tufted fiber in search of something. The knife in question may be found at the dressing table tucked into a corner, sticking out upright above the drawer someone pried apart with it.
Next to it: a guest book, of the old-fashioned kind, intended for each visitor to the room to add a greeting and a few memories of their stay. Between its leather cover, it seems the guests of this house prior to this party had a great deal to jot down, and some of them even seemed to have used it to discuss a certain upcoming matter between themselves…
The secrets of this room will reveal themselves most readily to those with profiling and associative skills.
(The master bedroom across the hall is only a comfortable room, cleaner than the rest of the house, with a soft bed and a door that locks from the inside.)
The Hidden Chamber
Beneath the house, the last room may be found once all the other rooms are solved, concealed at the bottom of a narrow staircase. It is a small, spare room, all of it one apparently seamless stone enclosure, and in its center rests a plain white cloth, an empty silver bowl, a hand mirror in a silver frame, and a fresh white candle set into a candle holder made of a black crystal geode.
No special skill is needed to solve this room. Only a clever mind is required to apprehend the room’s purpose and locate the key.
[The mystery spreadsheet for clues and solutions is here. The purpose of these prompts is not to create a mystery for you, the players, but an in character framework for setting up puzzle solving for the characters.]
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Sorry if I'm interrupting.
[ He interrupts with a friendly smile, first to L and then to John. The energy isn't one normally found between friends. Interesting. Light would find it odd that he would be invited if he was anything less than a friend, but L invited Light, and Light has actively murdered him. ]
I'm hoping to have a chance to meet most of the people here, and I wouldn't want to miss one.
[ And the guy brought no gift. ]
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[ He says this very plainly, like it's the expected thing, the first half of a joke. There is an edge to his smile, a crease of uncomprehending incredulity between his brows. Before he can go on, though, they have company.
John turns with some impatience, as though reluctant to take his eyes off L for long enough that he might commit some new and insane trespass. ]
Lazarus can introduce me, I'm sure. [ He says it like a joke. ] I'm a man of many titles. Some involving squid.
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It's a tone he uses all-too-often with the man who joins them.]
Naturally. Where are my manners?
[As if they're ever really there.]
John, meet my friend Light Yagami, my old friend and colleague and the only man I know who can best me in chess sometimes. Light, meet John.
[Where are the many titles and flattering recommendations? Where, indeed. He bites the corner of a smirk.]
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[ The lack of explanation is noted. Light's introduction was sparse but fitting. John is... John, but there's a history thicker than the lack of accomplishments suggests. The inside joke suggests a shared history as well. ]
But it's nice to meet you, John.
[ Not even a last name, but not everyone here has a last name so it may simply be a case of different cultures.
The man, John, arrived late and without a gift. The air between them is odd. Light hesitates to call him a friend so for now, he'll refrain from adding the word to his comment.]
It looks like my timing worked out well since I arrived just in time to celebrate his birthday.
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Now there's an impressive accolade. [ His tone is still gently amused, but there's a moment's genuine threat assessment in the way he looks at Light, a flicker of that same incredulity. If Lazarus has a partner in crime, it sounds like more headache for him. ] New to town? It's been about a year, for me. Lazarus and I met, what was it, February?
[ Like he doesn't remember wrenching the guy back from the brink of death, and the way Lazarus looked at him in the wake of the miracle: like it was something that could be picked apart. He should have figured sooner what that would come to.
But now here he is, standing around a cake table while the birthday boy slouches in his second favorite jumper and his Saint of Joy complains loudly in the back. It might be a step or two down from his usual experience of godhood. ]
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It was February. By Trench's standards, we go way back.
[L's brows arch the way they never arch. It's an affected sort of earnestness that means he can only be referencing something under the surface, that can only be reached by cutting. It's shrouded in enough plausible deniability, however flimsy, but L's knife will always be what he's learned and experienced in John's actual "way back."
Speaking of which, a part of that tantalizing past is present here tonight. L's eyes flick to Mercy, and the darting little up-and-down look he gives her dress is second nature to most men. They do it discreetly unless they want to be caught looking.
L manages to do it as blithely and guilelessly as an art student discerning a bowl of fruit he's meant to paint. Remarkably, he also gives the impression of having done something with the peaches.]
A fortnight ago I wouldn't have been able to predict half of this guest list. I maintain that Trench gives more than it takes away, even if only the most selfish among us can appreciate that.
[Seeing people as gifts, and all. He seems to stand a little closer to Light Yagami.]
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And then there's John. Just John and Mercy, the woman Light met briefly shortly after his arrival. As someone familiar with L's ability to fully read someone with only a glance, Light knows the visual appreciation is theatrics. John is the obvious target. So, there's a relationship between the two, and L is playing off an interest, be it real or fabricated. Maybe it's more than an interest. Perhaps L, the man who'd hidden himself away from the world, formed relationships beyond professional when forced into the open.
And John has reason to be unhappy with the relationship. It might be best to look at this as a rivalry more than a friendship. ]
It can be surprising what can happen in a year.
[ How much someone can change. It's enough to have Light curious enough to want to hear the same story L plans to keep from him. ]
Or even in just a week. I never imagined I'd be here, but now that I am, there are a lot of interesting people to meet. I don't think you've had a chance to look around, but some of the rooms have been set up to provide a mystery game. It could be a fun experience to do one together.
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To Mercy, who would surely accuse him of being a horrible infant and threaten to rearrange his organs. Mercy, one of the few who's always had a discerning sense of taste. Mercy, who—
—who's been fucking Johnny Lawrence. Mercy who has been having a very bad millennia, and who didn't want to let John pry her out of the pit she went to wallow in, and who is now finding new and creative avenues of self-destruction.
Lazarus stole a napkin ring off the Mithraeum. He's seen that dinner with the girls. He— fuck's sake. ]
A lot of interesting people, [ John agrees, once his bloom of open incredulity has iced over into an impatient smile. He is not actually paying attention to Light Yagami. John has, over ten thousand years of godhood, grown remarkably used to brushing off small fry. ] Just catching up should keep me busy, if I'm honest.
[ This would be more convincing if half the party didn't openly despise him. ]
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Really? With as much as you love games? What a shame.
[It's muted, but L actually seems gleeful, perhaps because it means he can talk to Light in private even sooner. The man never passes up an opportunity to measure up other pieces for his side of the chess board, after all, and strategizes even while he's sleeping. Most dangerous of all, L is as compelled as any zealot or man in love when he has an obsession.
Two at once promises to be very time and thought-consuming.]
Light and I can solve it ourselves, if we must. If we don't speak again, I want to thank you in my native tongue for coming.
[It could be his native tongue. L's very inconsistent with the particulars of the claim, and tends to adjust it based on the point he wants to make.
He definitely wants to make a point, now.]
Vraiment merci, merci pour tout, John.
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While they're roughly equal in many things, their skill sets do deter in some areas. While Light is proficient in English and Japanese, he's had no reason to learn French though it seems L is thanking John for something. Coming? L probably wouldn't be too open about anything he doesn't want Light to know even if he's using another language. For one, Light's memory is impressive. For another, the detective can't be overly confident about the lessons Light might have learned since his death. ]
I'll echo the sentiment. If you change your mind, we'll be around for a bit. As much as I'd like to reassure you that Lazarus won't leave before the party ends, I think the three of us agree he doesn't care for those kinds of rules.
[ Social. ]
But he seems to enjoy where he's at for now.
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It's always a joy. [ Deadpan, dry as hell. He watches Lazarus preen. ] Glad I could add to the party.
[ He turns away to the desserts and the gathered people who hate him, which is really any party in Trench. As he does, though, John turns back to skim a pointed up-and-down look over Lazarus and his stolen jumper. ]
I haven't decided, [ he says, conversationally, just to take it full-circle, ] if I'd count it as theft or trespassing.
[ Lazarus knows what he does with thieves; Lazarus knows the significance of trespassing. ]
But that's a bit dire for a birthday party, right? [ He quirks a smile, which looks deeply unsettling under the all-black eyes. ] We need something more festive... maybe strip poker.
[ He holds up a cookie in cheers, and fucks off. ]
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He nods, reaching for a fistful of the nearest cake and raising it in a somewhat messier (but far richer, to be fair) returning toast.
When the Emperor has gone, he addresses Light.]
So, that's John.
[He takes a bite out of the somewhat mashed-up piece of cake. Already making a mess of his fingers, some of the frosting smears the side of his face.]
He's an absolute monster.
[Said the way most people would say "he's a wonderful professor," or "he made it to regionals, I'm so proud."]
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The judgment fades at L's words. He's an absolute monster does wonders to catch someone's attention. Immediately, his eyes flicker toward the retreating back. The tension was obvious, but he didn't necessarily come off as particularly evil. ]
I'm assuming you don't mean it in the literal sense. What has he done?
[ Light does't ask why L doesn't do something to stop a literal monster. He's always believed L's justice was just the result of his real prize: an interesting game. Light Yagami stands beside him, after all. ]
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[He shrugs, excavating bits of cake from around his fingers. The frosting helps it stick together well enough, but it's hardly a neat operation.
It's not a quick one, either, which means that Light is probably growing impatient for an answer by the time L deigns to provide one.]
What's the worst thing you can think of, Light?
[Just like that, they have a new party game. It's evidently one L's enjoying more than the cake.]
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This is entirely intentional.
'Interfering with Kira' probably isn't an acceptable answer.
He sighs. ]
Crimes against children.
[ It's a trite, likely predictable answer but aside from the one thing Light has put above all else, it's also true. As someone who sincerely does yearn for his idea of justice, the innocent deserve the most protection, aside from himself, and children are the most innocent. ]
It's not my chosen field, but it's going to be a common answer. But, there are a lot of things that can be bad without the worst.
[ Light's eyes flicker to the spot where John had been standing. ]
But his crime is larger than that, isn't it? He's not grabbing kids off the street.
[ His monsterious deed was big and grand enough to gain L's attention.
And L also checked out Mercy. It's a fact that floats back into his mind on occasion. ]
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On the worst thing you can think of... we actually agree.
[He sounds more surprised than is probably tasteful, given the topic.]
Another question, then.
[Because at its heart, this is truly just another way to interview Kira.]
I find trolley problems tired and cliché, so... imagine instead that you're driving a yellow cement mixer. You can either run over a child you know, or turn sharply to upend all your cement onto a crowd of adults. Which do you choose?
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[ While it's very obviously L's chance at picking Kira's brain, Light can also buy that this is his idea of a party game. He knows that L expects Kira to say he'll sacrifice the people to save the child. ]
I'm not familiar with cement trucks of any color, but I know what concrete does to human skin. Even if they somehow survived the weight, their skin will be slowly burning while waiting for rescue, all while the cement is hardening and cutting off their ability to breathe.
Logically, even if what I said before was true, I'd have to choose the quick death of the child over the tortured death of the crowd. Logically, I could say there's a chance that one of the women is pregnant, or that by killing so many adults, I'm erasing the possibility of a lot of future children.
I don't plan to drive yellow concrete mixers to know if that's true.
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You do know that a human being can be scalded by cement and still live a long and full life. Maybe that's hard for you to fathom, since you have always been handsome?
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But that's not the root of the question. I have a lot of follow-up questions if it's about semantics, but it's about who I'm willing to sacrifice.
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It is about who you're willing to sacrifice. I want to add a condition, just for fun. What if the child you're saving is a convicted arsonist? His whole family died, including a younger sister. Is his life still worth more than the adults?
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[ L doesn't even bother to hide the fact he's poking at Kira, does he? What Light says is generally the truth, but he's the exception, and for a good reason. L still won't understand. ]
My answer doesn't change.
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I admire your consistency, at least.
[Implying, of course, that he may have been disappointed if Light had failed to answer these questions like Kira after all these years.]
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[L seems to relish that someone cares, at all, to ask.]
I'd put the cement mixer on the course to wipe out the greatest evil, of course.