To those passing through Door 1: You will find yourselves in a hallway shaped similarly to an L; the wall on your left is solid while the one on your right is made of glass, allowing you to see into the room the hallway wraps around. On the far end of the hallway is a door, and next to the door is a device you can assume would be the DEAD.

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A mechanical sound,

A whirring of gears, a soft hum; the scanner panel is lit. A soft white [2] glows on the panel, where a hand would normally rest.

<BEEP.>

A sixth asterisk.

The lever invites you to pull it.

(one plus two. plus two, plus three, plus four, plus seven.)

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(( at this point communication is really crucial you guys!! its hard when there are only a few people trying to work out the doors so everyone please make an effort to be a bit active/track the de999 tag/talk to others on their personals ))

( ooc: please do!!! )

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The crackle of a loudspeaker can be heard, and this time the voice rings out across the staircase lobby, in the same light, feminine voice from before.

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Twenty-one persons gather in the A Deck staircase lobby, where half of it is still shrouded in darkness. A voice cuts through any remaining chatter; it is a high voice, perhaps a woman’s voice? Is their captor a woman, or is it the workings of a voice changer? It is worlds away from the voice that had summoned them all to the lobby.

“On May 6th, 1937, tragedy struck as the LZ 129 Hindenburg caught fire and was soon utterly engulfed in flames. Thirty-six people died.”

The voice pauses.

“But that is a story you have heard before, and I did not seek your company to exchange stories of tragedies.

“Tonight, I have gathered you all on this ship for one reason. The LZ 129 was destroyed in thirty-seven seconds, but I will give you more time to make your escape.” Yes, escape. The rumbling of the ship can be heard in the silence.

“Nine hours. That is the time you will be given. Should you fail to escape the boundaries of this dirigible within those 32,400 seconds, this ship will follow the fate of its predecessor and go down in flames.” The voice pauses for a second time, although all has fallen silent; even the rumbling sounds of mechanics whirring has ceased.

“Seek a way out. Seek a door that carries a —”

The mechanical sound of a lever being pulled interrupts the speaker, and a door can be heard slowly sliding open. The metal squeals, as if in protest, as if to say, “do not open this door—,” but the door has been opened.

A faint scent of gas — or is it smoke? — seeps out into the staircase lobby, as light floods the entire lobby, as well as the dark hallway beyond the metal door with the black 3 emblazoned upon it.

( tread you not )

Along with the scent of smoke-gas is the stench of death, of something horribly stale; the stench of two dead bodies. One, slumped against the wall with bones and limbs bent at impossible angles. A second, lying limp upon the floor, doubled over as if in pain, even in death. Both wear bracelets upon their left wrists. Both wore?

A girl and a man, lying dead behind Door 3

( in the halls of )

and, nine seconds elapsed, the door slides closed once more, sealing away the two corpses behind its unforgiving walls. And amidst the horror, whoever was speaking has disappeared — or were they ever there? With the sudden illumination of the staircase lobby, you can see that there is a single loudspeaker installed in the far corner; was that the source of the voice? But it sounded real, organic, as if the speaker of death was in this very room with you. Could the speaker still be in your midst? How else could they have disappeared so quickly?

You will also see that there are three doors before you; [1], [3], and [5] plastered upon their surfaces in a black tar-like substance.

The clock strikes midnight.

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A voice, chilling in how artificial it sounds, echoes through the hallway.

“Come to the A Deck staircase lobby,” it crackles, although its source is unknown; there don’t appear to be any loudspeakers in sight, “where from light shall answers spring.”

But the A Deck staircase lobby continues to remain partially pitch-black; what could the voice be asking for?

A note to the wise:

You will be given 90 minutes to tie up your current threaded interactions.

the game will proceed by 11:59 CST, tuesday the 26th of june. you have forty-nine hours to make your peace.

Fifteen years ago, in an underground laboratory somewhere in the United States, something happened.

And you were there. You might not remember it, no— you definitely don’t remember it; have you even been to the United States? You must have, but, you don’t remember. It’s all hazy, everything’s hazy.

You might not have even been in the laboratory. In fact, it’s probable that you weren’t in the laboratory. But you were there.

In a laboratory more like a coffin than a place of science? No, you couldn’t have been there. But what about directly above the laboratory? In a museum, where there was a mysterious power outage?

You don’t remember being there. But you were there, you existed there fifteen years ago.

(And you’re starting to remember.)