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myfavoritemurder[Evening is coming on fast - lockdown too, though she doesn't know it - and Callisto has been in Norfinbury for roughly twelve hours. She has not registered her tablet. She has not gone outside. She has spent the past day exploring every inch of the strange, unfamiliar house that she's found herself in. Whatever corner of Tartarus this is, it's unlike anything she's ever seen or heard of before, and she can't figure out what the point of it is - not a single other soul has popped up, and no attempts at torture or torment have been made. It's just... quiet.
Well, except for the thin square box that repeatedly talks to her, telling over over and over again to "register by touching the screen". Meaningless. The first few times, she questions it - asking who's speaking, asking for clarification, asking why - but it never answers, never says anything but that same sentence over and over again, and it doesn't take long for her to get sick of it. In one of the smaller rooms, there's some sort of porcelain chair with a hollow, water-filled center. She drops the box in the water, flips down the lid, and leaves it alone. Hopefully whatever spirit is possessing it is capable of being drowned.
By the time Beau arrives for the evening, Callisto will have sequestered herself to one of the back bedrooms. She's picked the house clean already, and every single tidbit and trinket she's found has been piled in a great heap on the floor. She sits in the middle of her spoils, wearing a blanket that she's turned into something of a makeshift robe, and is currently in the process of inventorying. When she hears a door open, hears footsteps, she freezes, head whipping in the direction that the noise is coming from. She doesn't stand, but her body is taut, like a viper waiting to strike.]
Well, except for the thin square box that repeatedly talks to her, telling over over and over again to "register by touching the screen". Meaningless. The first few times, she questions it - asking who's speaking, asking for clarification, asking why - but it never answers, never says anything but that same sentence over and over again, and it doesn't take long for her to get sick of it. In one of the smaller rooms, there's some sort of porcelain chair with a hollow, water-filled center. She drops the box in the water, flips down the lid, and leaves it alone. Hopefully whatever spirit is possessing it is capable of being drowned.
By the time Beau arrives for the evening, Callisto will have sequestered herself to one of the back bedrooms. She's picked the house clean already, and every single tidbit and trinket she's found has been piled in a great heap on the floor. She sits in the middle of her spoils, wearing a blanket that she's turned into something of a makeshift robe, and is currently in the process of inventorying. When she hears a door open, hears footsteps, she freezes, head whipping in the direction that the noise is coming from. She doesn't stand, but her body is taut, like a viper waiting to strike.]
