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voice, un: 46
No festivals.
No fireworks.
No tests of courage.
What a terrible way to spend the summer in a new place. I might die from boredom!
(And yet, it sounds like he's having fun. Don't worry. He'll be fine.)
Why don't we share some tales of the strange and unknown? If we tell enough stories, something interesting might appear~
Let's see... The set up isn't quite right but a hundred stories will probably do.
No fireworks.
No tests of courage.
What a terrible way to spend the summer in a new place. I might die from boredom!
(And yet, it sounds like he's having fun. Don't worry. He'll be fine.)
Why don't we share some tales of the strange and unknown? If we tell enough stories, something interesting might appear~
Let's see... The set up isn't quite right but a hundred stories will probably do.
ooc: feel free to thread jump and react to stories/etc!
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(The number is important!!)
So far, I'm the only one that has shared a story, though.
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I’d love to tell one now if that’s alright. ♡
[She’ll light some candles just to set the Mood.]
Have you heard the story of The Blinking Portrait?
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Be my guest! (He's ready to collect some stories.) A blinking portrait? I can't say I'm familiar with this story.
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[Home being Taishō era Japan, far beyond Tusurmaru's time unfortunately.] But I'll make sure it'll be one most people can follow.
Now, let's see...
Once there was a wealthy couple, blessed by fortune and luck. The husband showered his wife with extravagant gifts and one gift in particular was a western-style portrait of a finely dressed woman with pale gray eyes.
The wife placed the portrait in the first room of the house and there it stayed for a while.
Eventually, the husband began to notice something strange. At first he thought it was his imagination, but he swore at some point he could see the woman in the portrait… blinking at him. Quickly, deliberately, blinking right at him.
This went on for some time! Each time the husband walked past the painting he swore he could see those ghostly gray eyes blinking at him. The more it occurred the more unsettled he became, until he finally admitted to his wife his concern.
“The painting is so beautiful and eye-catching, I’m sure you’re imagining it.” Is all she said.
[And here, a pause.] With me so far?
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I've seen western portraits before. They can be quite lifelike...
(So he isn't too surprised but he has a feeling there is probbaly more to the story.)
Continue, please.
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[There's a gleam in her eye when she says that. When he prompts her to continue she smiles.]
The husband grew more anxious, more paranoid. He avoided the painting as much as he could, dodging the pale-eyed woman’s gaze. Each time he slipped up he saw it— her long black lashes fluttering as she blinked straight at him.
Finally, he could take it no more. While his wife slept that night he approached the painting and tore it from its securings. He drove out into the countryside and promptly dumped the painting into a nearby canal. Satisfied, the husband returned home.
Finally, he thought. No more of that wretched gray gaze blinking at me!
[Her tone softens here, low and dragging...]
Exhausted, the husband trudged into bed. The next morning he roused and felt his wife’s face pressed up very close against his own. She’s so close, he thought. I can feel her long lashes right against my own. The husband opened his eyes to greet his wife…
… and instead saw pale gray eyes, staring unblinking at him.
[!!!]
The end!
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Woah!
(If only she could see the way he jumped at the conclusion, the way his eyes light up and he smiles broadly. Maybe she can hear it in his tone, instead. )
No escape! Hah! (He claps his hands together,) What a surprise ending! It really lets your imagination go free!