http://king-of-the-boo.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] king-of-the-boo.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] smash_logs2010-11-09 08:20 pm

Luigi's Mansion 2: S-Boo-G Edition

Who: Doopliss, King Boo, and ~everyone else~!
What: ~Ghosts~!
Where: ~The woods~!
When: Backdated to October 31st
Warnings: ~Ghooosssstssss~!


As you march along, whistling a happy tune,

You glance up and notice the moon.

'Why, how odd, it's round and bright!

It's supposed to be dark this time of night!'

'But enough of this talk!'

You think as you walk,

'I've won a mansion and I'm going to see it,

With the moon so big, and fully lit!'

You arrive at the mansion, but what's this?

There are others there, something's amiss!

'Perhaps they're here to congratulate me!'

So you stroll on in, filled with glee!

'Oh joyous days! Oh happiness! Dreams do come true!'

But as you go in, you are encountered by a Boo!

Oh no! What's this? It must be a trap!

You turn around, but the door has closed.

Oh crap.

[[Your character is now trapped in a mansion full of ghosts for a full night. Whether they decide to go GHOSTBUSTERS ON THEM or hide in a closet, the choice is yours~~! Make your own threads, join others, go solo! Whatever you want! There is also this handy dandy Ghost NPC for you all to use: [livejournal.com profile] themghostlies More info on the NPC is in the main comm post. Have fun, SBG!]]

Wild ESPEON appeared!

[identity profile] punchyourbrains.livejournal.com 2010-11-11 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
In her exploratory probing of Sasha's... gain, Euphrosyne knew this was going to be bad. She knew better that to take food from all offered hands presented to her, and this hand had very much turned out to be balancing poison on its palm.

The espeon darted back towards the door in a purple streak. She did not bother scratching her small paws against the old wood; likely no one would hear her. A flash of her limited telekinesis tried to fling it open, and she found herself nearly running into it, the sealed door spiting her past history of success with this method.

Her tail tips quivered, and already, so cleanly, she could taste what ominous presences were tickling the air. They were crisp crackles on the tongue, old memories of past lives soaked in the wood, squeezing themselves out like sap at the call of a perfect night like this.

She did not like this at all.

RED TEAM

[personal profile] punchvolcanoes 2010-11-12 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
And then...the door of the mansion swung wildly as the rest of Red Team arrived, Sasha first in line. The mansion was nothing like the picture, but at least it looked old, ancient even and so chic! ...if she knew what chic was.

"WOW! This is so much better than the cave or the dorms!"
Edited 2010-11-12 06:44 (UTC)

POWER RANGERS

[identity profile] punchyourbrains.livejournal.com 2010-11-12 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
Which as Sasha took the lead, something was quick to fall on her head, regardless of whatever species she was. It might have made the mental equivalent of a scream before impact.

Euphrosyne almost landed on her feet.

In particular, she landed on her purple chest, which knocked the wind out of her and had those tiny lungs huffing and puffing for precious air as she recovered her sense.

[identity profile] punchicebergs.livejournal.com 2010-11-12 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Even Kojiro had been surprised by the door. This... just seemed too cliché. And being the most zen of them all, he could feel the bad energy seeping out of the place. It made his hairs stand on end.

"Nhh.. Sasha.. I really don't think this is a good idea..."

[identity profile] punchtheflowers.livejournal.com 2010-11-12 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Vinnie picked up the poor purple Espeon-shaped splat on the ground, carrying her in his arms. If she decided that sitting on his shoulder or head or what have you was a more comfortable prospect, well, it wouldn't be the first time he let her.

Vinnie really wanted to be excited for Sasha (and he really wanted to move out of the boy's dorm because seriously, ghosts were students now?), but this place was really old. Ancient. And it was probably the lighting, but it didn't look like it got much sun. That was already a notable turn-off.

"Maybe we should just look it over," he grumbled. It was starting to sound less and less like a good idea, but he didn't want to shoot down her optimism.

[personal profile] punchvolcanoes 2010-11-12 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Right! A look over at least!" All that dust and the old stuff...it made her want to jump up in the air and dance...but maybe it was a bad idea, those cobwebs certainly looked flameable.

"Let's go look upstairs! I want to see at least what the beds look like!"

[identity profile] punchyourbrains.livejournal.com 2010-11-12 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
Euphrosyne shook her head, especially huddled in the arms of Vinnie and all too aware of what he did not like and what happened to be lurking here. As a matter of fact, she found herself offering all subconscious suggestion pointing towards leaving right now while the door was still...

... Oh.

Sasha might have left her clearest reception range by now too. That had her quickly springing out of the safety of her venusaur companion's arms and locking her petite jaw on whatever of Sasha she could lock them around.

[identity profile] punchteamrocket.livejournal.com 2010-11-12 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
Red had a baaaaaad feeling about this place. Yeah, Sasha looked like she was ready to explode with glee, but there was just SOMETHING WEIRD ABOUT IT...

Whatever it was it kind of reminded him of Lavender Town. And it gave him the jibblies (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NX03enzrSJ4#t=0m58s). AND THEN EUPHIE WAS BITING SASHA AND WHAT IN THE WORLD?? Yes ok something was definitely up with this place if it's making Euphie and Kojiro freak out.

"Maybe we should come back in the morning..."
punchvolcanoes: (RAWRGLAGLEGURGLE (Charizard))

[personal profile] punchvolcanoes 2010-11-12 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
Well that was certainly one thing she wasn't expecting. Completely caught by surprise, as Euphie's grip caught the lower bottom of her tail, she turned to her normal Charizard form and let out a stream of fire in the air as she yelped for pain.

...well if anything was in the house, NOW THEY WOULD HAVE NOTICED.

[identity profile] punchtheflowers.livejournal.com 2010-11-12 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
Mornings. Vinnie didn't love mornings, but at least they had more sunshine than this crazy twilight hour. And whatever Euphie had been trying to tell him with her psychic subliminal brain-stuff was starting to edge him into the 'bad idea let's leave' camp.

"I am pretty tired from the trip, Sis." Which was true! Because she had dragged him and everyone else to the place the moment he returned yay backtag and all. "It'll probably be better lit tomorrow."

[identity profile] punchtheflowers.livejournal.com 2010-11-12 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
ImageHa ha but oh it looks like Sasha contributed to the better lit portion of this evening's fun instead. Fire everywhere, holy shit.

Vinnie was trying not to go to that bad place in Lavender thanks, he is very in denial about the ghost connection. This isn't helping.

[identity profile] punchteamrocket.livejournal.com 2010-11-12 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
WILLIKERS Sasha keep it under control gosh.

"I dunno, it's kind of..." KIND OF... Red REALLY wanted to say creepy but he also really didn't want to get Sasha all down in the dumps. "...Dark." NICE SAVE... "We should come back tomorrow. Or find some flashlights or something..."

oh god 2/3

[identity profile] punchteamrocket.livejournal.com 2010-11-12 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
And so he headed back to the door. It was TOO CREEPY in here and everyone wanted to leave and--

He was twisting and turning that doorknob like nobody's business. ...Maybe it was a push door-- NO. IT WAS NOT.

3/3 I can't use anything but my silliest icons I guess

[identity profile] punchteamrocket.livejournal.com 2010-11-12 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
He skittered back over to the group with a grim look on his face.

"Uh... Guys, I've got some good news and some bad news."

adhaf those icons

[identity profile] punchicebergs.livejournal.com 2010-11-12 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
To which Kojiro did an uncharacteristically thing and grabbed the nearby table and SWUNG IT AT THE DOOR.

...

Yeah. That didn't work. NOW TO ROUNDHOUSE KICK THE LOCK.

...

Fuck. He slowly turned back to the ground, his eyes locked on Sasha and looked non-too-happy.
Edited 2010-11-12 12:51 (UTC)

[identity profile] themghostlies.livejournal.com 2010-11-12 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Just then, some ghastly ghosts (http://www.xugogaming.com/upload/feature/feature_65.jpg) appeared in front of the group, each with the same, menacing expression.

"You can't leave..." one said in a raspy tone.

"Stay with us..." said another.

"Let's stay together FOREVER..." moaned another ghost, starting to float towards the group. The other ghosts followed suit, each starting to wail.
punchwaves: (15; marie is shocked.)

[personal profile] punchwaves 2010-11-12 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
What are you talking about? Marie had totally been here the entire time. He was just very quiet. Shaking and shivering and et cetera. He had mostly just kept close to Red and away from Sasha's fireballs and whatnot.

And now Red was freaking out so Marie was freaking out and drooling and wibbling and Kojiro was roundhouse kicking doors and then GHOSTS AND OH GOD MARIE HATED GHOSTS.

He quickly scooted behind Red for protection.

[identity profile] punchtheflowers.livejournal.com 2010-11-13 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
ImageSorry Marie. We all know you're the go-to guy of timid nature around here, but if there was anyone with a currently being tegaki logged backstory of ghost phobia (http://www.unowen.net/tegaki/dblog.php?u=115560&e=1288843), it was going to be Vinnie.

The only difference being that when he got scared, his first instinct was to wreck shit until they stopped being scary.

So clearly, the only appropriate response to seeing an in-coming flock of ghosts was to freak the hell out and use frenzy plant. Because apparently that was Vinnie's strategy for everything - open with the most powerful attack that debilitates him right afterwards. All this accompanied with a "WHAT THE HOLY FUCKSHITTING CRAP SASHA"

Where the fuck do these frenzy plants even come from, anyway? Because suddenly the floorboards exploded into a writhing, furious mess of deadly plants, all of them ripping through the air where the ghosts were floating.

[identity profile] punchteamrocket.livejournal.com 2010-11-14 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
GHOSTS

AND THEN THE FLOOR EXPLODED

BAM Red was on the ground and aww dammit that smarts. "Vinnie!" CHRIST. It's business time now. "... Sasha, you've got the lights. If there are any candles around we need them lit. I can't see crap." Red fished around and fumbled in his pockets -- good, he didn't crush anything with his glorious butt. SILPH SCOPE, GET. "Marie, Euphie, you guys share this," he forked over a piece of paper with some crazy characters written on it. A CLEANSE TAG, good job.

Now what in the heck were those ghosts.

[personal profile] punchvolcanoes 2010-11-18 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
Oh god if Sasha could apologize, she would do it ten times over. INSTEAD, she just flailed around, looking so angry at herself. But finally, she calmed down long enough to blow fire to all the candles and light everything.

The places was really eerie...and she could hear...laughter and music.
Edited 2010-11-18 08:58 (UTC)

[identity profile] punchtheflowers.livejournal.com 2010-11-18 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
ImageAfter using his super rad, floor-exploding, ultimate Grass attack, Vinnie suddenly too pooped to move. He bristled nonetheless, the rooms now flooded with so much sweet scent in self-defense that it was enough to start making people drowsy.

Had to. Kill all the ghosts. Re-kill. Kill them until they shut up and stayed dead. And far away from him.

He wasn't going to die, no way. But all the same, he scooted a little closer towards Red. To. Protect him. Yes. While making as little noise as possible.

Save for muttering a constant string of "Fuckshitasscrapfuckingfuckshitttt"

[identity profile] panelderomance.livejournal.com 2010-11-11 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Neris wasn't expecting to win a mansion. Did she even enter in a contest? But she won a free mansion, didn't she? When she got to the location written on the letter, she had to double check the piece of paper for the second time, since the mansion looked completely different! When the address has been reconfirmed, she decided she should take a look around inside the mansion.

When she finally entered the mansion, the door suddenly closed behind her with a click, causing a small 'eep!' to escape from Neris' mouth. Maybe she should have stayed at school...

[identity profile] themghostlies.livejournal.com 2010-11-12 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Just as the door locked shut for the night, only one sad little ghost (http://www.mariowiki.com/images/d/d0/PM2_Boo.PNG) appeared about two inches in front of Neris.

"My friends all left me here..." it said sadly. "Will you stay here and be my friend?"

[identity profile] panelderomance.livejournal.com 2010-11-13 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
Another scream almost left the fairy's mouth as the ghost suddenly appeared in front of her face.

"Ah... Uhm." She stumbled around for words. "...I don't think I can be your friend, I'm sorry."

[identity profile] green-thundah.livejournal.com 2010-11-13 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
This whole 'free mansion' deal seemed ominously familiar. Although Luigi was still very hopeful that had actually won a not-haunted mansion, he came prepared with his Poltergust 3000. Yes, he was still gullible enough to actually go to the mansion instead of hiding at home.

Luigi flicked on his flashlight and waved it around the room, observing his surroundings. Unfortunately, that didn't last long, as Luigi had dropped his flashlight on the ground when he jumped due to the sound of the door slamming behind him. Was that the lock clicking? That was the lock clicking. Damn. He picked up his now broken flashlight, frowning at the dark room. Maybe he shouldn't have bought such a cheap flashlight.

Well, at least there weren't any ghosts. Yet.