[network/open] @lancer; (murder?)clown house; day 004, evening

[croi]

[It's video. Feed blinks open and he's looking down at it. Blinks once at the camera, is it on? And then yes, yes, it is on.

So then the video flicks over to where a life sized clown statue- yes, a fucking life sized clown statue is sitting in the corner of the living room.

Yes, guess what unlucky son of a bitch happens to be sleeping with Ronald as a roommate tonight?]

Think I'd be doing us all a favor if I tried to burn it?

[Just saying.]

Comments

@winston; voice

[reimagines]

Does it move if you look away and then look back?

[ It's his idea of a joke. ]

@Nobody; video

[promises_to_keep]

[This face. This face forever.]

Absolutely. Bonus points because it'll help you stay warm if it actually catches.

@TW; video

[maskintape]

Hey, looks like we're both sharing shelter with clowns tonight. Coincidence.

[ And he angles the tablet so that it shows Jay hanging out in the darkened room. Tim is a little shitbag. ]

video/action

[genreblindness]

Hey!

[Way to be rude as fuck, Tim. Wow.]

@ishtar; video

[prochronistic]

What the heck?!

[God, this is like the network equivalent of a jumpscare. Yuuri was not expecting the sudden shot of the clown, so she actually jumps back a little bit. Luckily she had her tablet propped up against the wall, so she doesn't drop it.]

That thing's freaky! Where did it even come from?

[Suddenly she's glad the house she's in has no furniture at all.]

@rabbit; text

[ghouldere]

what the fuck is that even doing here?
slice it up and then burn it for good measure.

[croi]

Hope not. I left one of the other clowns in some ruins yesterday. If it came back for vengeance I don't know what I'd do.

[Is also joking.

Fortunately the two of them are trapped in a perfectly sensible city which might have spooky elements but not animate clowns roaming about trying to shank people.]

[croi]

...but knowing how this place works it wouldn't even turn to ash if I tried. There's more, you know.

[The camera swings slightly left and...well, there's a shit ton of clown memorabilia contained in that slightly left swing, implying that there's more. (Because there is. Behold clownageddon.)] I found this place yesterday. I thought I was going to the other building for the night. I was wrong.

video on his end, action on yours, bam, done;

[croi]

How's he with a chair?

[#priorities]

[croi]

I'll spare you the bedroom. [TAKE THAT AS YOU WILL.] It was here when I got here. Whoever lived here really liked clowns.

[croi]

[The rabbit doesn't get spared the sight of the bedroom, because it's as caked in clowns as the living room is. A picture's sent back in reply. Countless plushies. Plushies everywhere. A few figurines here and there. Everywhere the light touches is clown. (But what about that shadowy plac- against all odds it's actually more clown.)]

i'll ask whoever used to live here that question if we ever find any survivors. i haven't checked the bathroom yet. i'm almost afraid to.

[ghouldere]

[ Her conversation partner can't see her, but she's making a face. ]

holy crap. whatever asshole who lived there was on some other level.
at least the place i was in was filled with sports shit. boring, but less creepy.

[ A pause before she continues. ]

five bucks says the toilet is a clown's open mouth.

[reimagines]

Unless you had any weapons, you'd probably be clown food. Assuming it would eat you. Who knows what clowns do?

Fascinating statue to have. What does the rest of the place look like, exactly?

[maskintape]

Incredible. He might look like a noodle, but he can knock a guy out with his pinkie.

[ If Tim seems more cheerful than usual, it's because he is. He's eaten properly, made up with his BFF and everything is great tolerable. He aims the camera straight at Jay: ]

Hey. Jay. Show him the guns.

[ tim no ]

[genreblindness]

[tim no]

I'm not- wait. This isn't private, right? Did you just tell my name to the entire network?

[TIM NO.]

@LELRIC, voice

[armoured]

[Al hasn't had much exposure to clowns, and he doesn't really understand that it's a common fear. But even without that, this clown is still creepy as all hell.]

That was just sitting there?

[Yikes.]

[maskintape]

[ oops. damage control? DAMAGE CONTROL. Loud enough for the tablet to pick up: ]

Only your first initial.

[ NAILED IT ]

[croi]

Does it matter if people know your name?

[Is quite literally the spirit of popcorn.gif over here, the only thing keeping him from fully embodying it being the fact that he doesn't have the same cultural need to munch popcorn as one who grew up on movies would and also the fact this place doesn't...doesn't have any.

Still. popcorn.gif.]

[croi]

And it wasn't the only one. Look.

[A couple of clown figurines are idly dangled in front of the camera as he says 'look.'] Nothing as large as that guy. More behind me. Even more in the bedroom.

Should I check the closet? [Should he head into the bedroom, which is clownageddon, and pry open that closet? He will do it for the network, even if it means finding a dead clown inside.]

[croi]

[Even though he hasn't ever owned dollars.] done.

[... ... ...a few minutes later.]

bathroom's normal. for here. who would've thought tjat they had some restraint? think about any poor bastards who lived with this person.

[croi]

More clowns. Living room has...

[Camera swings to the right, showing a luxurious view of a display case with clowns. Clowns, clowns, clowns. Clown plushies and clown figures. There's the closest clown equivalent to a clown figma (with no less than 67 points of articulation!) as well as a clown bobble head, which, as he nudges it with the flick of a finger, starts nodding away.]

...that. Bedroom's worse.

[genreblindness]

[He still gives Tim a little glare despite his incredibly smooth damage control.]

Yeah, it matters. I don't wanna share all my information with just anyone.

[This is what we call paranoia.]

[croi]

I understand. My real name isn't Lancer, you know. There's rules.

[COMPLETELY MISUNDERSTANDS.]

not here/action;

[maskintape]

[ Just giving Jay THIS LOOK from the other side of the camera

LANCER NOT BEING A REAL NAME, WHO WOULD EVER HAVE THUNK IT ]

[genreblindness]

You don't say.

[HE NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED.]

What do you mean by rules, though?