Evil Dolls

[cottoncandypink]

Do you know what's definitely not fun, at all in any way? Going to investigate the validity of a private boarding school, and instead finding it ground zero for some evil cult business involving summoning demons and putting them in porcelain dolls. There really aren't many things that are more upsetting than being chased by a couple dozen dead-eyed little creeps.

After that ordeal, Wilford needs some place where he can just sit down and unwind. Milliways is not ideal, but it will do. He walks in and heads straight toward the fireplace to order a hot meal and a cold drink.


What he - or anybody else - doesn't see is the little dead-eyed creep that follows him in and immediately hides beneath the bench of nearby booth, where nobody can see her.

[ooc: Evil Dolls are here! See this back room post for more information.

Party post style. Tag in, thread hop, and have fun. Happy Halloween!]

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[iprotectyou]

Baze is dressed as a teddy bear for Halloween, with a cut out for the face. A purple teddy bear. With a repeater cannon.

At first, he was merely interested in the dolls--he thought they were creepy, but fun to watch move around--until one of them stabbed him in the leg with a pencil. Now, he's shooting them with abandon, shattering porcelain and generally blowing their little heads off. He has to aim lower, but that's okay.

[shakemyhand]

Kermit Guide flies through the air a large serving fork in his little froggy hands as he pounces on one of the dolls. Hollering all the while in a Kermit meets Rambo way.

[iprotectyou]

Huh, is that a... frog? Baze has never seen a non-human like that before. He smiles at the squeakiness of the non-human's voice, and keeps firing at the dolls.

[shakemyhand]

Flailing Kermit Wraith screams, "I am your death!" as he bashes one of the doll's heads in.

[iprotectyou]

Oh, now, that just makes Baze laugh. He probably shouldn't--it's definitely disrespectful of the non-human to laugh at something he can't control, like his voice--but it's hilarious all the same. Baze schools his face into a grim, sober expression and offers the frog a firm nod.

[ostro_goth]

When Teja comes in from the forge (and perhaps from helping at the Scouts hut a little, but shh -- that isn't very gothy or dignified), he sees Baze shooting at the floor and goes straight to him, intending to ask what in blazes he is doing; but before he even reaches the man, two dolls hold a desperately squeaking waitrat between them like a trip-wire to make Teja stumble, so he changes his approach immediately and goes for the dolls with his axe, instead.

[iprotectyou]

Huh, an axe? That's old fashioned, but Teja seems like he knows how to wield the weapon effectively, so more power to him.

There's no shortage of targets for Baze, and he's pretty much having the time of his life--or unlife, as the case may be. He continues firing, blasting one out of the air that was about to leap on Teja with a butter knife.

[ostro_goth]

"My thanks, comrade bear!" Teja calls out, then proceeds to use the flat of his axe to skilfully bat a few sharp-toothed dolls right into the ray of Baze's blaster, where they fizzle into nothing.

[iprotectyou]

Comrade? Oh, no, no, no. They are not comrades, even if Baze is, apparently, a bear. He pulls a face, and continues pulling his trigger, rapidly decimating the porcelain population.

Or, so he thought, anyway. There seem to be no end to these menaces.

"Where are they coming from?" Baze calls back.

[cottoncandypink]

By the time things start to get really nasty, Wilford has given up on finishing his dinner. He’s spending more time reloading his gun and taking shots at anything that gets too close.

Goddamn dolls.

[iprotectyou]

Wilford's not the best shot, so Baze decides to give him a wide berth. Still, the dolls are slow moving--most of them, that last one was terribly fast--so Wilford might be able to shoot them.

After a while, the shooting becomes less and less fun. Baze is starting to get bored with the target practice, but he doesn't want to leave the more squishy people in the bar to get stabbed by spoons. Like Guppy. Baze thinks he saw Guppy in the fight sometime.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford’s a great shot, when the target isn’t the size of your fist and moving 100 miles an hour.

That said, he agrees with Baze. Shooting dolls is terribly boring.

“Why don’t you open that thing up and show us what it can really do?” he says, blowing the head off of one more.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford's actually run down and tired enough that he thinks he might be able to take a nap. But not down here. He'll go upstairs.

And dinner first. The rat eventually brings it to him - burger, fries, and a salad he didn't order - to go with his beer.

He's really looking forward to that quiet night, until he looks up and sees a doll sitting on the table, and staring at him. In a panic, he throws the salad bowl at the doll, knocking it to the ground.

He's going to go sit somewhere else. Fuck this place.

[upwiththisiwillnotput]

Bernard is already on one side of the room, minding his own business, when suddenly there's this crash of doll and salad.

"The hell was that?" he asks Wilford, as he passes. "It looked like Chuckie went to finishing school."

[cottoncandypink]

"Fucking bullshit," Wilford complains.

"Who the fuck is Chuckie?

[upwiththisiwillnotput]

"Evil doll that stabs people." Bernard says.

"More importantly, answer me this. Going to the toilet in a wicker chair while drunk is just a faux pas, right?"

[shakemyhand]

Guide is sitting somewhere in the bar sulking. He's been turned into a Muppet frog, and isn't happy about it. The creepy assed doll thing that just tried to stab him with a fork isn't helping either. Of course he fights back.

Que Wraith Kermit fighting a doll with cutlery.

[upwiththisiwillnotput]

"You, giant frog, what are these?" Bernard asks, shoving at a doll with a broomstick.

[shakemyhand]

"How should I know?" asks Guide in a Kermit voice while wealding a serving fork to smash a doll.

[upwiththisiwillnotput]

"Well I don't know." Bernard says. "Are we allowed to break them?"

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy isn't dressed as anything out of the ordinary, but he's just come from the Scout Hut to go and get something from the Infirmary office.

He spots one doll when he goes in, and thinks nothing of it.

When he comes out, he's faced with four of them.

And they're moving.

"Hi..." he says, cautiously.

[cottoncandypink]

Over by the fire, Wilford is trying to enjoy his burger. There's a bit of a commotion as he awkwardly tries to kick a doll into the fire.

It works. For about three seconds until it gets back up and runs out of the fireplace.

Great. Now it's on fire.

[guppy_sandhu]

WELL SHIT.

Guppy runs to the bar, gets a fire extinguisher, and starts squirting it at the burning doll.

[cottoncandypink]

Even being squirted with a fire extinguisher doesn't seem to diminish the fact that the doll is apparently alive - or something very much like it.

A swift kick to the face, however? That sends it crashing into the wall, which shatters it's creepy little head. With that out of the way, Wilford sits back down.

"Stupid fucking bullshit everywhere," he mutters to himself.

[dwellsinthedetails]

Yusuke is, as has been usual, over by the observation window, drawing the view. Then he feels eyes on him (a feeling he's keenly familiar with, after his childhood) - for some reason, it's not unlike the prickle of a security level in a Palace, inching upward under the scrutiny of the resident Shadows.

No sooner does he have that thought than his outfit changes. Well. That's somewhat unexpected, especially since he established on his first arrival that this is not a part of the Metaverse - but perhaps it's just cognitive enough. Anyway, it certainly tells him that something in the vicinity is viewing him as a threat.

He turns in his seat, and considers the sudden influx of dolls for a few moments. They remind him of nothing less than those damnable floating onion-headed Shadows that were in Madarame's Palace, which could knock someone out with a single spell, and they're certainly causing enough mischief to be a nuisance. And there are enough of them to shift that perception from 'nuisance' to 'threat' on sheer numbers alone.

Well, others are taking up arms against the dolls; perhaps it won't be so bad if he does so as well. Yusuke stashes his sketchbook, stands, draws a katana that wasn't there before his clothes changed, and leaps into the fray.