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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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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.