[ You are welcome to ping Jo/Roadhouse Characters to play in this part along with you, or you can use it as a location for your characters & others with them popping through. ]
The Roadhouse is offered as a safe haven to those who need it in quiet times, and even more now when the world is an explosion of problems, some of which they can point to, and some seem to be happening for no reason, which is great. Until it isn’t. As all the Horizon, and especially the deeply connected locations without it, begin to malfunction, so does the Roadhouse.
People who come in, new and old, to the hunter’s hangout will begin to realize things are wrong. The jukebox cranks itself to a bleeding noise level without warning. The bar bottles shake or shatter on their own without being touched. A barrage of hunter voices suddenly whispers through from every direction, all over layered, all telling the stories of the worst horrors of what monsters have done. Occasional smells of sulfur or sudden cold spots. Creaking. Ectoplasm suddenly excreting from random places. Blood stains on the floor, or trails of it from the door into the back rooms.
It will do any combination of the above but then look normal the next second. It flickers randomly without warning from its fully formed, perfect normal appearance of a smoking ruin, then changes to a room full of screaming shadow-hunters trying to beat the walls, the windows, and the doors, which are all locked, before the place starts burning down, swarmed by demons.
The Roadhouse will also be listening to people’s fears and associations with what haunted hours should be doing, and then it’s suddenly doing it. All haunted house horror schtick, at the smallest or largest levels, welcome here.
ᴏᴛᴀ | ᴠɪꜱɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ
The Roadhouse is offered as a safe haven to those who need it in quiet times, and even more now when the world is an explosion of problems, some of which they can point to, and some seem to be happening for no reason, which is great. Until it isn’t. As all the Horizon, and especially the deeply connected locations without it, begin to malfunction, so does the Roadhouse.
People who come in, new and old, to the hunter’s hangout will begin to realize things are wrong. The jukebox cranks itself to a bleeding noise level without warning. The bar bottles shake or shatter on their own without being touched. A barrage of hunter voices suddenly whispers through from every direction, all over layered, all telling the stories of the worst horrors of what monsters have done. Occasional smells of sulfur or sudden cold spots. Creaking. Ectoplasm suddenly excreting from random places. Blood stains on the floor, or trails of it from the door into the back rooms.
It will do any combination of the above but then look normal the next second. It flickers randomly without warning from its fully formed, perfect normal appearance of a smoking ruin, then changes to a room full of screaming shadow-hunters trying to beat the walls, the windows, and the doors, which are all locked, before the place starts burning down, swarmed by demons.
The Roadhouse will also be listening to people’s fears and associations with what haunted hours should be doing, and then it’s suddenly doing it. All haunted house horror schtick, at the smallest or largest levels, welcome here.