Bodyswap at the House on the Hill: Liminal Space

[hot_mess_express]

Wherever you are in the house, whatever you may have been doing right in that moment

You hear a chime, like a clock sounding the hour. Has it only been that long? No, it can't have been, it must've been longer ... right? Oh well. You're out of time, and now you're here.

Here is a liminal space. It's like a washed out version of the Entrance Hall, so big and fancy, with its high vaulted ceilings and polished oakwood floors, intricate detailing, and the ornate front door. Everything else is shrouded by fog. You can try to find the other doors, you can try to find the foyer, but ... they're not there? Walk more than a minute into the fog and you'll find yourself right back where you started.

Comments

[gingerdiligence]

[She feels a bit of a chill going down her spine at that, but brushes it off.]

An illusion to trick us about what it actually is? That would still require a real object to have the illusion cast upon it.

[bestbrothernever]

You'd only need one though, right?

[gingerdiligence]

You would need two objects, but you could cast the same illusion to make them appear identical, yes. Though I am not certain why one would do that.

[So much of this doesn't make sense.]

[bestbrothernever]

Do these trials usually make sense?

[gingerdiligence]

I would not know; this is the first trial I have participated in that is not a party.

[bestbrothernever]

Yeah, it's the same for me.