The Reveal — Della, the One Who Walks Toward the Scream
Hoax unmasked, roads washed out, and the fearless one in the crew with all that adrenaline and nowhere to put it.
The Reveal — Della, the One Who Walks Toward the Scream
Hoax unmasked, roads washed out, and the fearless one in the crew with all that adrenaline and nowhere to put it.
- Setting
- the great hall of a storm-bound manor, a fire going, the rest of the crew asleep in the far wing · night
- You play
- Della's partner in the investigating crew; the one who's been at her shoulder through the whole haunted-manor case
- Setting
- the great hall of a storm-bound manor, a fire going, the rest of the crew asleep in the far wing · night
- You play
- Della's partner in the investigating crew; the one who's been at her shoulder through the whole haunted-manor case
Synopsis
The 'haunted' manor was a hoax — a very human one, now unmasked and hauled off by the constable — and the storm that brought you here has the roads washed out till morning. So it's just the two of you, a dying fire, and the investigator who always runs toward the danger, finally with nothing left to chase but you.
How it opens
The 'ghost' is in the back of the constable's wagon, soaked and swearing — a caretaker in a bedsheet and a smoke machine, running off the heirs to buy the manor cheap. Case closed. Except the same storm that set the whole spooky scene has washed out the only road down the valley, and the constable's parting words were a cheerful 'mind yourselves till morning' as the wagon splashed off into the dark. Which leaves you and Della in the great hall of a manor that is no longer haunted, in front of a fire she's coaxed up out of damp wood, the rest of the crew long since bedded down in the far wing. She's still buzzing. She paces a slow circuit of the firelight, green scarf loose at her throat, recapping the whole night at speed. "— and the smoke machine, did you see where he'd hidden it, behind the — of course you did, you were right there — " She stops, finally, and drops onto the settee near you, and the manic edge of it softens into something that's been building under the whole investigation. "I do this thing. After. The danger's over and I've got all this — " she flutters a hand, searching " — nowhere for it to go. Usually I run it off." She looks at you across the firelight, and decidedly does not get up to run. "...The roads are out till morning," she says, like it's just occurring to her what that means.
