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[Gon spots a door in the hallway that is lined with colorful LEDs and curiosity strikes him. It could be potentially dangerous, so he's cautious as he hides behind the edge of the doorway and twists the knob open.

The room is gaudy yet somehow unassuming. There isn't much in there besides garish wallpaper and carpet and a big lit up crane game in the middle. Gon ambles up to the front and looks at the plushies inside and controls.

It just has a "start" button, no coin slot. The plushies are colorful animals he might find in Alluka's room, or the cat room. He very carelessly presses the button and a flash of light consumes him. Dizzy, he slowly opens his eyes to find that he's surrounded by soft things, and there's a bright light and a shiny metal claw looming above.

Gon looks around, suffering acutely from alice-in-wonderland syndrome. The scale of everything around him seems off, giving way to discomfort and confusion. He tries to move his limbs and finds they're much stubbier and less sturdy than they should be. Finally moving his hand in front of his face, he's shocked to find that he no longer has hands--just a rough, round estimation of them, like that Powerpuff Girls cartoon Alluka watches. He is now a 20cm doll, the prettiest plush in the whole case.

Gon attempts to hit the glass, trying to channel his aura into his bare doll hands. But his body has very little aura in it compared to when he's fully human. The aura he contains isn't his own, but rather it is the type of aura that comes from a skilled craftsperson.]

How am I gonna get out of here? I can't use my nen to break out..!

Current Mood: anxious
Current Location: Inside a crane game machine

phantom_memory

*behind a charming wood door carved with the image of a fork and knife lies a sumptuous bakery, walls lined with shelves upon shelves of fresh bread and pastries warm from the oven. a massive glass case in the center offers serve-yourself slices of cake and pie, surrounded by small tables and comfy chairs to enjoy them on. upon entering, some may find themselves robbed of their sense of smell and taste, unable to enjoy the rich flavors the room has to offer... but in turn, may find that those who can have developed an irresistible flavor of their own.*

devil_or_angle

*there's a new door in the hallway. it's pink. thinking alluka will surely love whatever is behind it, killua turns the handle and heads in to make sure it's safe. his eyes are immediately assaulted with a plastic world made up of the brightest candy-colors he's ever seen, so startling that it takes him a moment to realize that even his clothes have changed to match, trading out his turtleneck and jeans for an open teal-and-pink striped shirt and identically-patterned shorts. he grimaces down at the dorky getup before venturing further inside, wondering if he might be able to find a change of clothes in one of the pink, multi-story houses lining the shiny cul-de-sac.*

Current Mood: curious

enchanting_melody

*while walking back to her cabin, melody spots a door partly opened, with no one to be heard inside. was this a new room, or had alluka simply forgotten to label it? in any case, she's curious enough to slip inside, finding it to contain spacious ballet studio with mirrors along the walls. there's no apparent effect to accompany it, so melody takes her time wandering through it, drifting a hand over one of the wooden bars.*

Current Mood: curious

awuka

[Everyone on the ship receives a pink envelope sealed with a red heart sticker under their door. Inside it is a card that says "Happy Birthday Alluka! Dear (insert your character's name here), you have been invited to the birthday party taking place on September 14th at this location. There will be cake, icecream, games, and kitty magic all day. Please think hard about the gift you'd like to give before arriving! See you there!" On the other side of the card is a map with precise instructions on how to get to the room from the receiver's exact location.

Newly freshened from brushing her teeth and hair in Killua's bathroom, Alluka feels ready enough to pursue the room in the birthday invite. Hidden behind a door decorated in pink balloons and streamers, the room invites her inside.

Beyond the door is a big parlor decked to the teeth in ribbons, flowers, and colorful balloon animals. Alluka steps inside and looks around. There's a wide table at the back with a big, gray Pusheen cake on top of it with a tray of gray kitten cupcakes, a big cake knife, and bags of party favors and candy on either side of it. There's a long table for guests to sit at as well as a comfortable area for guests to play games.

Alluka runs to the cake and starts inspecting it. It doesn't look like any cake she's seen before. Is something so cute really supposed to be cut into?]

scarlet_chains

*Kurapika stands outside the dæmon room, stomach squeezing with nerves. Hardened from whatever hardships life has thrown at him, he doesn't feel nervous very often anymore. But he's never been in a situation like this, either; waiting to take his childhood friend - who is still a child - to a room in which they can be the same age, in order for them to explore the romantic feelings he inadvertently blurted out to him. It's a messy affair, and he's not sure this is a good idea at all, especially not for Pairo's sake.

Melody's advice is also swirling around in the back of his mind like an ominous alarm bell. He doesn't care if it's selfish - he still intends to keep Pairo from learning about the past at all costs.

There's the sound of footsteps - two pairs - just behind the door, and he jolts upright, straightening his spine and taking a deep breath.

How is this going to go?*

Current Mood: nervous

mito_freecss

Mito yawns, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. After meeting with Ging she returned to her canon for sleep. Only to discover she over slept from her normal time. “This place may be away from home, but that’s not reason to fall out of my usual habits.” She figured.

She follows the hall to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. How much should I make? It’s possible Gon and Killua have already eaten. She shrugged as she entered the room and went to the fridge. Never hurts to make extra. Maybe someone else will come by and want something to eat. She shuffled around looking for ingredients for crepes. She knew those would be hard to turn down.

awuka

[The new witch's house they found had been a huge success! Alluka got a good night's rest that night, exhausted from casting her first spell. She hoped it would get easier with time, feeling particularly optimistic as she tucked into bed.

The next day, Alluka has another menu item on her plate. Beaming with the eyes of an explorer, she keeps bugging Killua over breakfast to take her to that weird, feathery door that resembled an angel's wing. He convinces her to wait until breakfast is over, but assures her they can go. Before they leave, she dips into her walk-in closet and comes out clad in an ethereal green fairy tutu dress with pink accents and small rosettes. The front of the skirt is adorned with flowery vines. Today, she feels more connected to fae than usual, so the choice comes naturally to her. She grabs her cat bag with two potions and snacks for later and slings it over her shoulder before they head out.

Killua insists on opening the door first, of course. Alluka holds her breath, her hand squeezing Killua's to keep him from getting sucked in. The other side is a beautiful pasture with distant hills and mountains lining the backdrop. Just barely visible are huge trees on either side of the meadow that pierce the sky.]

Ooooh, I wonder what this leads to?

devil_or_angle

*a new door has opened, this time leading to a fancy, futuristic spa straight out of a sci-fi movie. past a waiting room filled with comfy chairs looms a sauna with a sign touting its advanced restorative properties, which, unbeknownst to those who enter, will zap out whatever they consider their most toxic traits and send them to a goopy hellscape.

killua is the first to enter, gawking as his clothes are replaced with a fluffy bathrobe, cinched around his waist by a tie. intrigued, he ventures further in, drawn toward the large sauna in the center of the space. the sign beside it catches his eye, and though he's wary of what the airship might think is "restorative," he decides that after nearly dying and coming back to life, he could use a little relaxation.

he heaves open the thick metal door and steps inside, finding the room comfortably warm and filled with a strange but pleasant, sanitized smell. he sits down on the bench toward the back of it, breathing it in and wondering when, if at all, he'll notice its effects.*

awuka

Somewhere between the cat room and cabins is a door that looks exactly like Alluka's front door, nameplate and all. Who it was designed for is not a secret, as when one walks in, they're greeted by a whole witch's house designed to be habitable by an 11 year old girl. The walls in the spell den are cherry-wooden with an understated stencilled floral pattern that makes the whole place feel cozy, the floors a sleek diagonal stone tile that contrast it well. The center piece is a gigantic (but still girl sized) cauldron and there's a shelf full of empty flasks and potion bottles as well as smaller bowls and cauldrons. Another set of shelves holds picture books detailing various spells and lore and huddled in the corner between them is a manageable sized ladder. Other notable tools include a mortar and pestle, a lighter, and different colors of twine. Lit candles decorate the walls and tables, and a desk sits against the wall nearest to the cauldron with a closed book of shadows and a wand resting on top. Around the corner and furthest away from the setup is a wall occupied by a greenhouse-style entrance to the garden, letting in precious moonlight through the arched, wall-length windows. Seed trays sit on the floor in wide dishes of water.

Next to the witch's desk is a door leading to a storage room full of labeled bottles and boxes containing both common and rare ingredients.

The house also has a hallway leading into kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom, but those aren't as significant.

[Alluka and Killua are traveling back to their cabins when, without being in the cabin area, a door for Alluka's room shows up that literally has her name inscribed in it. Confused and concluding she must've spaced out until they arrived, Alluka reaches out and pulls the doorknob, opening it to a moody, candle-lit den.]

What happened to my room?!

boarwhore

*Ging paced around his dimly lit lab, between the huge maze of oak tables. Some were pushed together to accommodate large experiments or contraptions, others to facilitate a long rack of test tubes or a series of related experiments. Some were burnt through with acid, or scorched with fire, or splintered. None were pristine, and none had a comfortable gap between them. In tungsten tongs he held a beaker that was overflowing with an effervescent yellow liquid that wouldn't stop expanding, an energy source he'd stolen from Belgerosse and transmuted before taking here. It had just activated, and now he had no time.

There was so much research to track. He must have passed a dozen promising leads on creating a Philosopher's Stone before he found what he needed for this one - a Faraday cage with a glass tray inside, a block of salt in the tray. He was careful in pouring the liquid straight down the middle of a gap he'd designed in the top of the field, but it turned out that the fizz and the electromagnetic fields repulsed each other. The block changed colour as it absorbed, and then it started glowing painfully white. Ging slammed his eyelids shut, stepping backwards and shielding them with his arm, before he bumped into something else, knocking something over behind him.

He had no idea what he'd just mixed.

If the basement had windows, he might have seen impossible things on the outside of them as the entire lab was shunted through space and time, wrenched from his current world as he knew it, but instead he felt his body being tugged apart from all directions, then squashed into the centre, alternating every second. He felt ill, staggering now towards his fainting couch for what felt like minutes. He felt his face land against the decadent cushioning before he realised he'd lost his balance. He took slow, deep breaths, then hauled the rest of his body on top. When the sensation stopped, he still felt tired, only wanting for now to sit up. He'd analyse the results of the experiment later.

Ging heard a knock on the door to his lab. He knew it to be deep underground, at the bottom of a spiral staircase that took about ten minutes each way at a brisk pace. What he did not realise was that it had been absorbed into the airship, an unlocked, unlabelled door all that separated it from the hallway.

He checked his clothes. He wore a dark green vest, tears and burns and acid holes exposing perpetually tanned skin. He wore a belt that ran over one shoulder, diagonally across his chest and back, securing a heavy tool belt to his waist. On the other side was a pocket watch attached to his belt with a platinum chain. Another chain attached a monocle lens to the vest pocket it was inside, which he used to fine-tune certain equipment. He wore dark brown trousers which had platinum zippers on both sides, and tall-laced leather combat boots which also had zippers on the side.

He groaned. Hated visitors. Probably a funding body he'd need to dazzle with something impressive to keep the lights on. He glanced at the whiteboard across from the couch, at scattered ideas that only made sense to him, the handful of big overarching concepts of his entire work.*

Current Mood: disturbed
Current Music: hierophant green - grind surfer

galacticgroovin

It was so bad, Mercer. Pitou groaned to the man behind the bar. She knew hew wasn’t real. But having a vent helped. She sipped at the new drink she was trying. A espresso martini. Mercer said it was made with a liquor called Kahlúa and fresh espresso. She wasn’t sure what either was but she enjoyed the rich earthy taste.

Well it seems to me a right pickle. It seems to have you distracted from your other worries at least. Mercer replied.

I guess so. But can you really understand? Not only did I wake up in that poor girls room, not only back in my normal form, but naked. Then running into Gon as I tried to recover my clothes. It’s awful.

Hopefully that little girl won’t be too harsh next time you see her. Nor her brother. Just give it all time to settle.

I hope so. Pitou returned her attention to her drink. Feeling a light combined buzz of alcohol and caffeine. “I need to do something to apologize to Alluka at least.” She figures.

enchanting_melody

*after hearing about the concert room from kalluto, melody goes out to find it, her keen ears leading her to the subtle buzzing of speakers and amps emanating from behind the newly-unlocked door. when she opens it, she finds the venue vacant, apparently between shows. the house lights are on low, illuminating the great, empty pit yawning out before the stage up ahead. she wanders over to it, climbing the steps and peeking around the eaves to find that all the instruments are still there, just waiting to be picked up and played when the lights fade.

she reaches out to give an acoustic guitar a strum, closing her eyes to revel in the lovely sound of it reverberating through the venue.*

phantom_memory

*pairo leads mito-san to the door that opens into the vast, arctic forest where he first met his soul beneath the aurora. immediately they are greeted by a grizzly barreling toward them and scooping pairo up in her arms in a big bear hug.*

pairo! *she cries in the very human voice of a young girl, spinning him around on two wobbly hindlegs.*

careful, you'll crush the flowers! *pairo laughs, not at all afraid of the massive animal, smiling fondly at her as if she's his oldest friend.*

flowers? you brought me flowers? *she gasps, setting him down again and swiftly changing forms into a tiny hummingbird so she can flutter in close and stuff her beak into the scarlet blooms he presents her with. as she's cooing over them, pairo looks around for mito-san, hoping she wasn't scared off by the ambush.*

Current Mood: cheerful

devil_or_angle

*while alluka is exploring the other shops in the newly-expanded mall, killua makes a beeline for the flashing lights of the arcade, grinning with catlike glee when he sees the rows upon rows of game cabinets lined up inside. he'd been to arcades and casinos between jobs back home, but only briefly -- he'd never been allowed to leave the zoldyck estate for long, so any downtime was purposefully cut short. but now he's free to enjoy it as long as he wants, which is exactly what he intends to do as he stuffs his pockets with free game coins.

he's drawn immediately to the colorful pinball machines, each one glowing under the blacklights above. they look like a lot of fun, so he selects one with a pirate theme and slips a coin in to try it, using the triggers to fling the little ball around the field. gon would like this, he thinks as he scores his first points, i should take him here on a date if i ever leave.*

Current Mood: silly

devil_or_angle

*frustrated with his failure to resist the elevator's effects, killua has upped his intake of spiked soda in hopes that he can at least conquer one of the airship's poisons. maybe that's what caused the lapse in judgement that has him wandering through the hallway, testing out unused doors for danger and promptly stumbling right into it when he manages to open one and feels gravity shift beneath him.

suddenly he's falling, yanked through the door as if it had opened up under his feet and hurled toward a forest that must be miles below. the wind rushes past him, pulling tears from shock-widened eyes and the capped bottle of soda out of his hand. he spreads out his arms and legs to try and build resistance but he doesn't seem to be slowing down, hurtling toward scattered treetops that get ever closer as he desperately tries to come up with a plan to save his own life. he thinks if he can at least use the trees to break his fall, he might have a chance to survive it -- so he balls himself up and braces for impact, striking one branch after another and slowing with each harsh collision until he finally crashes to the ground, bruised and battered but alive.

blood coursing with adrenaline and pain, killua lay curled up for a moment to catch his breath before trying to move. every part of his body is ringing alarm bells but his brain is trained to respond to them with measured caution, mechanically calculating the damage he's taken before he allows himself an emotional response, which comes when he finally attempts to uncurl his body and hisses out a bitter curse at the discovery of his shattered knee.*

fuck.

dr_funky_butt_lovin1980

Leorio felt warm and fuzzy after finding Gon in the weird lounge which, on reflection was totally spiking their drinks. After bidding their farewells, Leorio was the first to venture out, having recovered more quickly. After some time of going down the hallways, a door with no label caught his eye. With a shrug, he opened it, then immediately shielded his eyes from the bright sunlight. It was the middle of summer, a scorching but brilliant day.

The scent of ocean salt buffeted him before his eyes adjusted, and he knew he was at a pier amusement park, the kind he'd loved to have afforded when he and Pietro were little kids. As he looked around, it was a mixture of amusements from different eras. None of them looked out of place from each other. Off in the distance he could make out an amphitheatre right on the ocean. He saw swimming pools and a water park. A parade of jugglers, sword swallowers and fire twirlers marched along an alleyway a block away from where he stood. Crowds milled about, jumping in excitement, recovering from the more intense rides, or eating from a concession stand. The food was never really the attraction, but Leorio licked his lips, seeing a selection of stalls near him.

He turned around, to face the ocean, and didn't stop walking until he was leaning against a railing, the pristine, blinding sands below, the cooling summer breeze in his face. It wasn't for a few seconds until he noticed someone else leaning against the railing right next to where he stood.

*He smiled.*

Is this someone else that I'm supposed to know? Nice to meet you.

Current Mood: giddy
Current Music: Habanera

gonmorow

Stay here, Mito-san. I want to get Killua so I can introduce you two.

[He's hoping that, under the effects of the cat room, she won't focus so much on the fact they're dating.]

Let me get you something to drink before I go.

[Gon retreats to the kitchen and fetches her a glass of water before heading for the door. He doesn't feel perfectly safe leaving her alone even though nothing bad has happened in the cat room, but he won't be gone for long.]

I'll be back!

[Gon closes the door behind him and runs down the hall towards the cabins. On his way there, he runs into none other than the one he was searching for.]

Killua! You won't believe Who's here! Come with me, I need to introduce you!

[Without asking, he takes Killua's hand and hurries back down the hallway, not wanting to make his precious mother wait for too long. He reaches the cat room door and pulls Killua inside, taking him in front of Mito and presenting him with an outstretched hand.]

This is Killua! Killua, this is Mito-san!

awuka

[Alluka makes her way to the room she had been partially living her life in. As soon as she steps past the threshold, something horrible and violating dawns on her.

A Zoldyck's refined scent, but not just the one of her mate. In here?! Her own territory? The sanctuary where she felt most at peace? She samples at the air with her nose and is led to the beanbag where Kalluto recently laid, a place where her own scent was already weak. She furrows her eyebrows, her ears tilt back, her fur bristles, and her nose wrinkles as an uncharacteristic growl rises from her throat.]

He came here to trample on my things and take me back to Mama, didn't he?!

[She can't let him have his way without protest. She throws her body into the beanbag, rolling around and rubbing her face against it to distribute her natural scent over Kalluto's expensive perfume. It doesn't work the greatest, as his scent is formulated to last. Alluka groans in despair, hoping that if she uses this seat enough it'll go away.]

I'm never going back..!

gonmorow

[The deed was done. Now that he could put the confusing nature of his relationship with Pitou behind him, there was one more thing he had to do--confess to Killua. He takes one step after regretful step, hanging his head low as he passes down the hallway in shame. Would Killua have it in his heart to forgive this type of stupidity? He didn't think he deserved it after seeing what those types of inconsistency and lies can do to a person. Before, he had juggled tourists like it was nothing and nobody cared. But now, there's a lot more riding on his actions. Deeper expectations than he's used to having born from deeper bonds. Roped into the tantalizing throes of adult lust, he bit off far more than he could chew and now that he knows better, he realizes it's too late to take it back.

Gon takes the left side of the intersection where the cabins meet the general hallway, striding down it and getting slower the closer he gets. He knows he should just hold his head up high and own up to it, but it's hard. Killua doesn't deserve this, though he didn't want to see his back like Pitou showed him hers. Losing his other half would make him crumble. Being clustered together on the ship would never feel the same if it went badly and he knows this well but he just can't keep secrets.

When he gets to the door plated with Killua's name, he takes a deep breath and anxiously taps on the door with his knuckles in a rhythm only Killua would be able to discern. He's fully dressed, jacket and all, which is unusual for him since Summer started.]