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Feb 26, 2021 4:38 AM
Henry in the Victorian Mansion CYOA
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He opens the door to get out of the vehicle.

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No.

The elderly couple looks at each other.

They can leave a message for Gabe, so there is no reason to worry, they should just go to the mansion now.

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Something feels off... but... okay, they can go do that.

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Handkerchief.

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They drive to a part of town that Henry is unfamiliar with, but a lot of old buildings looks like to be a theme. Still, the mansion stands out both in style, size and state of disrepair. Vines cover everything, the front yard is a mess of weeds, the windows are so dirty that it's hard to tell if the black behind them is darkness or some kind of paint.

Still, even for the amateur eye, one can realize that this shadow of a building stood with glory in the past.

The distant past.

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"Don't worry. The structure is sturdy, and the utilities are on with no problems. The house just needs a thorough cleaning."

She unlocks the door and waves Henry in.

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Henry steps inside. He temporarily awed by the amount of rubbish everywhere-

then he hears the door locking behind him.

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"What?"

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"Good luck!"

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"What? Hello!?" He tries the door handle. It's pretty solid under the dust.

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There is no answer.

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He slams his fists, and kicks the thing... no response, no sign of the door budging. He supposes that if the door could be easily broken to, it would have been. Fuck.

Is that woman even related to Denis? He suddenly realizes... she knew them, at least, but what kind of trick is this?

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After tiring himself out by banging at the door, Henry takes a moment to regain his composure. He will look around and see if there are other options to escape.

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The house is cluttered with all kinds of rubbish, but he can navigate the first floor just fine. He can even find the door to the back garden, the plants have long overgrown from where they should've been. He can hear birds in a nest.

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Henry will ignore the bird, he checks and notices that there are walls to both sides of the house.

He will try climbing some vegetation that looks sufficiently sturdy to hold his weight. That step is easy enough to do.

But the walls are too high.

He goes back inside and tries the door again. Then he remembers the windows and hits himself in the forehead.

There is more than enough things to throw at the glass frames, and it's not like this doesn't count as kidnapping.

He picks up something metallic (A statue? A lamp? It doesn't matter) and throws at the windows from a safe distance.

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The lump of rusty metal hits right in the middle of the glass.

Not a single crack. It just hit the window and fell to the ground. That blue haze was probably just a trick of the light. Or he is seeing things because of the panic.

Henry picks up the object again. And throws at the window.

Same effect, even the blue haze. It... it must be a trick of the light again.

He picks up the thing and throws a third time putting all his body into the motion. The thing bounces off and Henry can't see where it lands.

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He has no idea what to do.

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The interior of the house does not offer any ideas, unless you count "being so filthy that one is compelled to clean it".

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Henry is actually considering it. Mainly because he isn't sure what else to do. Maybe the elderly couple is senile and thinks this is a reasonable sort of arrangement? Actually, maybe he should try to clean things up at least to see if he can find anything useful. Or not need to get a tetanus shot when he inevitably falls in a pile of something in the dark.

He starts cleaning... the actions is oddly meditative, and fulfilling, like giving a bath to a pet that is enjoying it.

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Amidst the cleaning he finds a broom that is very effective at its job. One might even question how it works so well, given that the dust and grime just disappears...

...except that when he stops to think about it is already night. And he is too tired to do anything but sleep.

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Yeah, Henry will just... go to bed. Too tired to fret over whatever tricks his mind is playing on him.

Well, "bed". It's actually a bunch of the less dirty blankets he found around the room.

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He wakes up in the next morning to the smell of something hot and delicious coming from the vestibule.

Apparently the three meals a day might not have been a bust after all.

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So, he isn't going to starve. Good.

He wonders if he there is some way to hurt the lady through the mailbox where the bowl of porridge and apples was delivered through. But... no, it's built in such a way that one side is always closed. He ruffs in frustration, but decides to eat his breakfast. Might as well benefit from his kidnappers' work.

What to do next?

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His bladder answers that for him... He remembers a bathroom in this floor and also remembers it was just in no condition to be used.

 

After watering a flower bush in the garden, Henry decides to get the small bathroom in the first floor into usable conditions. He uses the extremely efficient broom. It remains capable of apparently vanishing dust. Apparently, was the key word, he thought. It can't actually make matter vanish. Maybe it's some kind of rich person broom that does something that makes the dust harder to see?

He is distracted enough by trying to think a reasonable explanation that he loses track of time. It's probably the middle of the afternoon before he remembers to check the mailbox for lunch. And sure, there it is, an egg sandwich with a banana. He eats them quietly. Wondering what is the best way to keep track of time. Maybe he should look for a clock.

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