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[killgod]

[Don't panic! Those footsteps?

...Nothing there.]

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[colonelcannibal]

*Colonel Ives is not one for panicking. Indeed, his reason for being away from home is probably more worrying than any ghost. So he just cocks his head, then takes a deep breath and opens the door to his room.

*It's not the familiar comforts of home, but it will do for now.*

[lbs]

[ harley pokes her head out of her room, looking up and down the hallway. huh. spooky. under her breath, ] Come play with us...

[ she shares a giggle with herself. if only! forever and ever and ever. ]

[killgod]

[Goodness! This one doesn't just have a black aura - he warps the very air around him. As the Colonel shuts the door and moves forward into the room, March materializes right in front of that closed door.

And, fully visible, he waits.]

[killgod]

[Taunting the darkness! Lovely form! March has always loved the screamers, but he likes fellow players of this game perhaps just as much.

Whichever direction Harley is looking in, March materializes on the opposite side. He clears his throat with a proud and unnecessary noise, one hand outstretching to gesture at her.]

Good evening, Miss! [His friendly smile turns a shade devious. One eyebrow raises a bit more than the other.] And what's this I hear about playing, now?

[colonelcannibal]

*After a moment he senses the presence and smiles.* May I ask what you're doing, lurking about like that?

Can either be in her AHS: Hotel verse or just random; I'm open.

[thefamilyshame]

Hello? [Turning, Marilyn looks down the hall. She's no stranger to seemingly random noises; after all, her aunt and uncle's house has dead hobos within its walls. So though she may not be spooked by the ghostly footsteps, she is most definitely intrigued. Whoever could find her worthy of such attention?]

god damn it. god DAMN IT.

[lbs]

[ oh! look at that. another guest. well, it'd be weirder if there weren't any. ]

Thought I heard a bad idea calling, is all. [ smiling congenially, she steps into the threshold of the door, leaning her shoulder against the jamb. ] No wi-fi, a girl gets bored.

[room33]

[Bartholomew stopped walking when he heard the steps behind him. He looked over his shoulder before turning completely around.]