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figlia_morbida) wrote2021-11-13 11:18 pm
figlia_morbida) wrote2021-11-13 11:18 pm
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Multiversal Museum
[The exhibit is three parts.
In the first, you step into a warm room – it's a facsimile of a small apartment, kept immaculately clean aside from a few stray stuffed animals. The large windows are uncovered and open, letting a fake Italian sun filter into the room. Outside the window, there's the audible sound of the ocean and a mushroom-shaped rocky outcropping visible among the waves, though reaching past the glass reveals it to be video only. On closer inspection, this aspect becomes more apparent, the image staticky and low definition, like a well-loved home video. The sound of the fake ocean is the only sound that permeates the otherwise silent apartment.
The walls and desks, meanwhile, are adorned with a glut of photos of a young woman with brown hair and a round, sweet face, who is eventually joined by an infant with pink hair, though the child's face is covered with a single band of dark tape; this remains true for all the pictures of the two, the woman wholly on display and the child partially obscured, though it becomes clear it's a girl as the exhibit continues. The child and woman progress in age with the way the photos are arranged, following a timeline, wherein the woman is always seen smiling. Separate from the rest, and framed with old wood to denote its age, there is a picture of that woman in her youth, smiling as she leans on a stone structure.
The whole mood the apartment sets is comforting, familiar. There's the barest smell of perfume here, nearly imperceptible from age, and a peek into the model rooms shows one with a wine purple bedspread, the room kept tidy and sparse of personal belongings, though an open closet shows a cadre of clothes with sunny colors from top to bottom, and a curious frog lamp rests at the bedside desk. The other room is more lived-in, with a pink bedspread, the covers tossed carelessly aside, and more of those stuffed animals clustered by a pillow left askew. There are guitars hung on the wall here, an electric and bass, and the wall next to them is covered from floor to ceiling with vinyl album covers. There's also a bookbag hanging on the door, laden with school necessities, and a spread of makeup items scattered across a personal desk.
It's acceptable to touch most of the amenities on display, and even lay on the beds, but any attempt to touch the photographs will summon a floating, pink woman. She won't chastise, but merely block your hand, touching a finger to the lips of her quasi-human face. A shake of her head will follow before she vanishes.
The second part of the exhibit is cold. It's separated from the first by a tapestry, so the draft is felt shortly before you step inside.
It is attended to by a short man in a janitor's outfit. He will not respond when spoken to, but he will be watching you the entire duration of your stay here – very, very closely. His broom will frequently bump your feet and ankles with how close he is, creating an oppressive atmosphere from the outset. The set itself is clearly a hospital room. It's utterly empty aside from a bed absent of its patient and an IV pole unplugged and pushed up against the wall. There's a bag of those same sunny clothes resting on a chair, and a guest bed with a single stuffed animal half-covered by the single sheet. Another window is here, with a fake Italian sun bathing the room in light, although this time...the video will stutter, and the room will be reflected back as the woman with the warm smile and brown hair steps into view. She's dressed in a hospital gown, and will rest at the window, looking plaintively up at the sun, though from this view it's like she's looking at you. Her round face is now gaunt and pale, but her eyes still sparkle with a dimming humor.
She says something unintelligible, and another voice cuts in, equally garbled but recognizable to those who have heard it.]
Stop talking like you're going to die. I can't stand it.
Oh, I'm sure I'll be fine. Though, I do like to be prepared. You know how I hate surprises! But really, listen. Your amazing mother is always going to look after you, and that's a promise.
Mom...
[The woman will look away from the window-video to beam at someone unseen.]
My little girl...I want you to live a life as beautiful as you are. So don't cry, okay?
[Abruptly her face contorts as she succumbs to a coughing fit, and the video skips as if startled. It skips, and skips, and the only audio that will play is a wet cough that can be heard throughout the exhibit, even once you've left this particular room.
The door out of the hospital room somehow takes you back to the apartment, only the window-videos are now blank, humming with static, and the formerly idyllic apartment has been ransacked, portraits cracked and items carelessly tossed aside, mostly onto the floor. The man follows you here, and any attempt to put things back how they were will see the old janitor grumbling and putting it back in its new place on the floor. A curious thing for a janitor to do!
The purple room is mostly untouched, but entering the pink room, you will find a void, and abruptly someone will push you. Down you'll go, but the floor at the bottom is soft and bouncy. However, the room is pitch dark, and feeling your way around, it's apparent there's...something wet on the floor, the smell of copper especially strong. If you came with company, you may be reassured feeling someone's arm or back or leg. But if you didn't, you'll quickly realize the limb belongs to someone you don't know – and it's cold. There's an ascending stairwell with the barest light peeking in at least, and it's only a matter of making sure you don't slip on the slick floor, trip on people unmoving and unseen, or bump into one of many pillars before you can eventually climb up the stone stairs and out of the dark, mysterious room. You'll come out the doors of an elevator, where a mirror will be strategically placed to show everyone what fun patterns of blood they got!
The last part is an incredibly sparse room with a small fridge, couches, and a round window overhead. The couches are drenched in fresh blood, but otherwise the room seems...fine? The air is stagnant, certainly, but there are no signs of danger or a struggle, only a cloying emptiness.
There's seemingly nothing to be seen from up above either, but occasionally the window will flicker and an eye will blink and peer down. Different eyes, if you watch long enough. Of them, one will actually respond to you, or so it would seem, the purple eye blinking rapidly and then leaning back to show a scruffy, dark-haired boy with an orange bandana on his head and a grin on his face.
This room is also combined with an exit and the gift shop! The gift shop has a mini fridge on the desk, stocked with nothing but Perrier french mineral water, along with an accompanying sign that says, in cheerily written text: Take what you get! You don't have a choice. :)
A model of the Roman Colosseum rests on a table behind the desk. It is not possible to get closer to look at it without climbing over, which a sign informs you is not allowed by punishment of death.
There's a wall of stuffed pink bears as far as merchandise goes, which somehow manage to look grumpy for how simultaneously cuddly they look. There's also toy planes and turtles, brooches emblazoned with ladybug patterning, and gold, replica zipper sliders. Additionally, it turns out the brooches are squishy like stress balls, although mashing them between your hands and even chewing on them will do nothing, the brooches snapping back to their original shape, as if impervious.
An apparently limited edition!!!! brooch has human fingers sticking out of it.
A few feet from the desk sits a case with a life-sized figure of the pink woman from the first room held within it, though she will look unfamiliar if you respected the photos and didn't try to touch them on first pass. There's an enormous, cheesy movie poster next to this case, showing this pink woman with a plane exploding into flames behind her, the title of WANNABE! stretched out over her in Impact font. Upon closer inspection, the title is accompanied by a quote:]
That which is soft is even more unbreakable than diamond!
[Finally, there is a small selection of clothes. Three kinds of outfits are arranged on the racks, all different shapes and sizes to accommodate monstrous bodies where necessary.
These outfits are something, that's for sure.]
In the first, you step into a warm room – it's a facsimile of a small apartment, kept immaculately clean aside from a few stray stuffed animals. The large windows are uncovered and open, letting a fake Italian sun filter into the room. Outside the window, there's the audible sound of the ocean and a mushroom-shaped rocky outcropping visible among the waves, though reaching past the glass reveals it to be video only. On closer inspection, this aspect becomes more apparent, the image staticky and low definition, like a well-loved home video. The sound of the fake ocean is the only sound that permeates the otherwise silent apartment.
The walls and desks, meanwhile, are adorned with a glut of photos of a young woman with brown hair and a round, sweet face, who is eventually joined by an infant with pink hair, though the child's face is covered with a single band of dark tape; this remains true for all the pictures of the two, the woman wholly on display and the child partially obscured, though it becomes clear it's a girl as the exhibit continues. The child and woman progress in age with the way the photos are arranged, following a timeline, wherein the woman is always seen smiling. Separate from the rest, and framed with old wood to denote its age, there is a picture of that woman in her youth, smiling as she leans on a stone structure.
The whole mood the apartment sets is comforting, familiar. There's the barest smell of perfume here, nearly imperceptible from age, and a peek into the model rooms shows one with a wine purple bedspread, the room kept tidy and sparse of personal belongings, though an open closet shows a cadre of clothes with sunny colors from top to bottom, and a curious frog lamp rests at the bedside desk. The other room is more lived-in, with a pink bedspread, the covers tossed carelessly aside, and more of those stuffed animals clustered by a pillow left askew. There are guitars hung on the wall here, an electric and bass, and the wall next to them is covered from floor to ceiling with vinyl album covers. There's also a bookbag hanging on the door, laden with school necessities, and a spread of makeup items scattered across a personal desk.
It's acceptable to touch most of the amenities on display, and even lay on the beds, but any attempt to touch the photographs will summon a floating, pink woman. She won't chastise, but merely block your hand, touching a finger to the lips of her quasi-human face. A shake of her head will follow before she vanishes.
The second part of the exhibit is cold. It's separated from the first by a tapestry, so the draft is felt shortly before you step inside.
It is attended to by a short man in a janitor's outfit. He will not respond when spoken to, but he will be watching you the entire duration of your stay here – very, very closely. His broom will frequently bump your feet and ankles with how close he is, creating an oppressive atmosphere from the outset. The set itself is clearly a hospital room. It's utterly empty aside from a bed absent of its patient and an IV pole unplugged and pushed up against the wall. There's a bag of those same sunny clothes resting on a chair, and a guest bed with a single stuffed animal half-covered by the single sheet. Another window is here, with a fake Italian sun bathing the room in light, although this time...the video will stutter, and the room will be reflected back as the woman with the warm smile and brown hair steps into view. She's dressed in a hospital gown, and will rest at the window, looking plaintively up at the sun, though from this view it's like she's looking at you. Her round face is now gaunt and pale, but her eyes still sparkle with a dimming humor.
She says something unintelligible, and another voice cuts in, equally garbled but recognizable to those who have heard it.]
Stop talking like you're going to die. I can't stand it.
Oh, I'm sure I'll be fine. Though, I do like to be prepared. You know how I hate surprises! But really, listen. Your amazing mother is always going to look after you, and that's a promise.
Mom...
[The woman will look away from the window-video to beam at someone unseen.]
My little girl...I want you to live a life as beautiful as you are. So don't cry, okay?
[Abruptly her face contorts as she succumbs to a coughing fit, and the video skips as if startled. It skips, and skips, and the only audio that will play is a wet cough that can be heard throughout the exhibit, even once you've left this particular room.
The door out of the hospital room somehow takes you back to the apartment, only the window-videos are now blank, humming with static, and the formerly idyllic apartment has been ransacked, portraits cracked and items carelessly tossed aside, mostly onto the floor. The man follows you here, and any attempt to put things back how they were will see the old janitor grumbling and putting it back in its new place on the floor. A curious thing for a janitor to do!
The purple room is mostly untouched, but entering the pink room, you will find a void, and abruptly someone will push you. Down you'll go, but the floor at the bottom is soft and bouncy. However, the room is pitch dark, and feeling your way around, it's apparent there's...something wet on the floor, the smell of copper especially strong. If you came with company, you may be reassured feeling someone's arm or back or leg. But if you didn't, you'll quickly realize the limb belongs to someone you don't know – and it's cold. There's an ascending stairwell with the barest light peeking in at least, and it's only a matter of making sure you don't slip on the slick floor, trip on people unmoving and unseen, or bump into one of many pillars before you can eventually climb up the stone stairs and out of the dark, mysterious room. You'll come out the doors of an elevator, where a mirror will be strategically placed to show everyone what fun patterns of blood they got!
The last part is an incredibly sparse room with a small fridge, couches, and a round window overhead. The couches are drenched in fresh blood, but otherwise the room seems...fine? The air is stagnant, certainly, but there are no signs of danger or a struggle, only a cloying emptiness.
There's seemingly nothing to be seen from up above either, but occasionally the window will flicker and an eye will blink and peer down. Different eyes, if you watch long enough. Of them, one will actually respond to you, or so it would seem, the purple eye blinking rapidly and then leaning back to show a scruffy, dark-haired boy with an orange bandana on his head and a grin on his face.
This room is also combined with an exit and the gift shop! The gift shop has a mini fridge on the desk, stocked with nothing but Perrier french mineral water, along with an accompanying sign that says, in cheerily written text: Take what you get! You don't have a choice. :)
A model of the Roman Colosseum rests on a table behind the desk. It is not possible to get closer to look at it without climbing over, which a sign informs you is not allowed by punishment of death.
There's a wall of stuffed pink bears as far as merchandise goes, which somehow manage to look grumpy for how simultaneously cuddly they look. There's also toy planes and turtles, brooches emblazoned with ladybug patterning, and gold, replica zipper sliders. Additionally, it turns out the brooches are squishy like stress balls, although mashing them between your hands and even chewing on them will do nothing, the brooches snapping back to their original shape, as if impervious.
An apparently limited edition!!!! brooch has human fingers sticking out of it.
A few feet from the desk sits a case with a life-sized figure of the pink woman from the first room held within it, though she will look unfamiliar if you respected the photos and didn't try to touch them on first pass. There's an enormous, cheesy movie poster next to this case, showing this pink woman with a plane exploding into flames behind her, the title of WANNABE! stretched out over her in Impact font. Upon closer inspection, the title is accompanied by a quote:]
That which is soft is even more unbreakable than diamond!
[Finally, there is a small selection of clothes. Three kinds of outfits are arranged on the racks, all different shapes and sizes to accommodate monstrous bodies where necessary.
These outfits are something, that's for sure.]
Thanks for visiting!