[ In the early mornings of Tuesday, Anise and Ichiban will find themselves coming by the music store as music comes from it loud and clear... So here is the location description as a refresher:
The music store is a treasure trove of music from all around the galaxy. Lined with cozy listening pods for private listening for your enjoyment, the music store is built for people to linger as long as they like. Inside each listening pod is an overstuffed chair, some controllable ambient lighting (using a panel on the interior), and two pairs of comfortable headphones, which can click back and around into multiple configurations to accommodate a variety of aural physical arrangements.
Further back from the booths, there are an array of instruments, folding chairs, and stools. Your I.R.I.S. will ping when in this area, initiating a mode that allows you to download sheet music from an extensive music library and project it like an eye-level music stand. Enjoy making some music on your own here in this sound-proofed space, just make sure you shut the doors.
As they step in, they hear the sound of a music box playing, but no matter how much they look.. they don't find it. Even as they draw close to the source of it, where it sounds the loudest, it pauses - before it continues to play from a different direction. Sending you both on a small wild goose chase. Eventually, everything goes completely silent, so quiet that you don't even hear the sound of your own breathing. Until there's an audible click, something rewinding before music starts to play.
And yet, the music is distorted, like pieces taken and put together. It starts off with a "Hello, it's me." No other lyrics sound as the song continues to play, before it warps again, a new song playing and a different pair of lyrics sound out again, "It's already too late for you to try and run away, I see you--" As the words shudder in the air, the doors suddenly slam shut, and no budging to them will help open the way. The lighting of the area begins to dim. There's a chill in the air, a pink mist starting to unfurl from the ventilations as it hangs along the floor, trailing and spreading. There's a flickering shadow in the corner of your eyes, always completely out of sight no matter how hard you try to turn and find it. Never in clear view. Never, never.
A chill runs down your spine, like something is watching you, that feeling of cat and mouse. A predator hunting its prey down. You never feel safe. The stalking in the shadows continues, the screech of records sounding close to a snarl, and something wet drops onto the top of you. Dripping onto your clothes, the smell of something sweet and iron filling your senses. The rewinding sounds again, another set of lyrics playing as the song warps,
The music cuts off. The lights go completely dark, the recording slowly scratching and when another song plays, it begins as a radio static that is sharp and insistent. In the middle of the lullaby that plays, there are the sound of numerous voices both familiar and unfamiliar, quietly whispering, until they fade out and the song takes over. The lullaby keeps playing with a slowly winding build-up. The room feels cold, wet, that continuous dripping sounding from above that echoes eerily.
Run, rabbit.
Run. Run, rabbit. Run. Run. Run.
Run, rabbit, RUN.
There's a clatter of the shelves nearby that suddenly collapse, a hulking mass of shadow with numerous rows of starkly white fangs that show in an eerie, hungry smile. If they attempt the doors then, they'll find it gives away easily, opening with clear ease despite the earlier attempts blocking them. With the doors opening, the lights inside the music store return to normal, that pink mist fading off and everything looks... normal. It looks the same as it always has. No evidence left behind in the store or even on you to suggest differently. The store is bright, everything still in place, no signs of clutter or anything with the usual loud bossanova still playing.
Though, in the middle of the floor they will find an abandoned data log. ]
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As they step in, they hear the sound of a music box playing, but no matter how much they look.. they don't find it. Even as they draw close to the source of it, where it sounds the loudest, it pauses - before it continues to play from a different direction. Sending you both on a small wild goose chase. Eventually, everything goes completely silent, so quiet that you don't even hear the sound of your own breathing. Until there's an audible click, something rewinding before music starts to play.
And yet, the music is distorted, like pieces taken and put together. It starts off with a "Hello, it's me." No other lyrics sound as the song continues to play, before it warps again, a new song playing and a different pair of lyrics sound out again, "It's already too late for you to try and run away, I see you--" As the words shudder in the air, the doors suddenly slam shut, and no budging to them will help open the way. The lighting of the area begins to dim. There's a chill in the air, a pink mist starting to unfurl from the ventilations as it hangs along the floor, trailing and spreading. There's a flickering shadow in the corner of your eyes, always completely out of sight no matter how hard you try to turn and find it. Never in clear view. Never, never.
A chill runs down your spine, like something is watching you, that feeling of cat and mouse. A predator hunting its prey down. You never feel safe. The stalking in the shadows continues, the screech of records sounding close to a snarl, and something wet drops onto the top of you. Dripping onto your clothes, the smell of something sweet and iron filling your senses. The rewinding sounds again, another set of lyrics playing as the song warps,
Eat... you... whole..."
The music cuts off. The lights go completely dark, the recording slowly scratching and when another song plays, it begins as a radio static that is sharp and insistent. In the middle of the lullaby that plays, there are the sound of numerous voices both familiar and unfamiliar, quietly whispering, until they fade out and the song takes over. The lullaby keeps playing with a slowly winding build-up. The room feels cold, wet, that continuous dripping sounding from above that echoes eerily.
Run, rabbit.
Run. Run, rabbit. Run. Run. Run.
Run, rabbit, RUN.
There's a clatter of the shelves nearby that suddenly collapse, a hulking mass of shadow with numerous rows of starkly white fangs that show in an eerie, hungry smile. If they attempt the doors then, they'll find it gives away easily, opening with clear ease despite the earlier attempts blocking them. With the doors opening, the lights inside the music store return to normal, that pink mist fading off and everything looks... normal. It looks the same as it always has. No evidence left behind in the store or even on you to suggest differently. The store is bright, everything still in place, no signs of clutter or anything with the usual loud bossanova still playing.
Though, in the middle of the floor they will find an abandoned data log. ]