Faculty & Staff of Whispering Pines Sanatorium (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wpsfaculty) wrote2019-05-15 11:31 am
wpsfaculty) wrote2019-05-15 11:31 am
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Premise
There's no tugging sensation, so sense of falling or of being uninterruptedly drawn from your own world, or wherever you've found yourself, to yet another. Your sense of smell returns first, as the antiseptic scent of hospital fills your nostrils and a bright light somewhere above you begins to pierce the gloom as a reassuring male voice repeats your name.
A medicinal haze fills your mind, clouding your thoughts as you blink your eyes open. The man, blond with a gentle smile and kind eyes behind thick glasses, across the simple wooden desk from you seems familiar, but you're sure you've never seen the man before...right? He tells you that it's alright, that you had another episode and required sedation, that the drugs are wearing off now and any residual haze you're experiencing should clear as the day progresses.
After a discussion, limbs still refusing to cooperate, you're taken through winding corridors and up a rickety elevator to a floor with rows of numbers doors on either side. One is opened and inside you're deposited unceremoniously on the small cot within. An undetermined amount of time passes as sounds occur around you, the shuffling of feet, muffled voices, a bird at the small barred window letting in overcast daylight.
The world begins to take in a sharper focus as a vibrating sensation at your wrist catches your attention. There, a plain hospital bracelet, stating only your full name and a room number, is found, shaking gently against your skin. Brushing at it, what first seemed to be only a clear window holding a piece of type-printed paper with your information on it goes to static for a moment, like a small view screen, then to black, and the following words flash quickly across the screen:
your memories are real
there are others
don't believe their lies...
A medicinal haze fills your mind, clouding your thoughts as you blink your eyes open. The man, blond with a gentle smile and kind eyes behind thick glasses, across the simple wooden desk from you seems familiar, but you're sure you've never seen the man before...right? He tells you that it's alright, that you had another episode and required sedation, that the drugs are wearing off now and any residual haze you're experiencing should clear as the day progresses.
After a discussion, limbs still refusing to cooperate, you're taken through winding corridors and up a rickety elevator to a floor with rows of numbers doors on either side. One is opened and inside you're deposited unceremoniously on the small cot within. An undetermined amount of time passes as sounds occur around you, the shuffling of feet, muffled voices, a bird at the small barred window letting in overcast daylight.
The world begins to take in a sharper focus as a vibrating sensation at your wrist catches your attention. There, a plain hospital bracelet, stating only your full name and a room number, is found, shaking gently against your skin. Brushing at it, what first seemed to be only a clear window holding a piece of type-printed paper with your information on it goes to static for a moment, like a small view screen, then to black, and the following words flash quickly across the screen:
there are others
don't believe their lies...
question everything
The Dead House, as the employees of Whispering Pines Sanatorium have come to call the place, is a pan-fandom, CRAU and OC friendly Psychological Horror game with an over-arching plot that will be revealed slowly as character uncover information about their situation. Events will center around identity horror, supernatural horror, and some lighter things but can also sway toward slice of life elements as life is continued to go on at Whispering Pines.
Characters are managed by NPC orderlies who usually leave them to their own devices. They are all patients at Whispering Pines Sanatorium, a facility founded to treat a peculiar type of disorder that involves the patients believing they are people from other worlds, sometimes not even human, and possessing at times of preternatural abilities. But what about that message? Did the others see it? The orderlies don't seem to notice anything odd about your medical bracelet, either...
...and periodically, things...change: wings become halls of castles or dungeons filled with creatures and torture devices, the Yard becomes a carnival or a labyrinth, and yet no one seems to notice. Well, no one except the other patients at least. Maybe you are all mad...
Characters are managed by NPC orderlies who usually leave them to their own devices. They are all patients at Whispering Pines Sanatorium, a facility founded to treat a peculiar type of disorder that involves the patients believing they are people from other worlds, sometimes not even human, and possessing at times of preternatural abilities. But what about that message? Did the others see it? The orderlies don't seem to notice anything odd about your medical bracelet, either...
...and periodically, things...change: wings become halls of castles or dungeons filled with creatures and torture devices, the Yard becomes a carnival or a labyrinth, and yet no one seems to notice. Well, no one except the other patients at least. Maybe you are all mad...