But hey, maybe Kim's mom is Valeria's kid sister 🤷🏻♀️
I'm not discounting that Kimberly might have been a "surprise" to a 8-10 year younger sibling of Valeria, but my dad is about 55 years older than his oldest great-nephew (my oldest paternal cousin's oldest child) so that's why I brought up this up.
But hey, maybe Kim's mom is Valeria's kid sister 🤷🏻♀️
I'm not discounting that Kimberly might have been a "surprise" to a 8-10 year younger sibling of Valeria, but my dad is about 55 years older than his oldest great-nephew (my oldest paternal cousin's oldest child) so that's why I brought up this up.
Think I get what you're saying. Heck, my Pop's, the youngest of his fam, has a nephew closer to his age, and a grand nephew closer to mine. At 50, his grand nephew is like 20 (we're not super close, I don't know his exact age) So that's like 30 years, give or take. Might even be less.
But let's do the math here,
Valeria is 70, Kim is 21. Okay, yeah 49 year difference. Not really uncommon for women in their forties to be grans at this point...
Also, they have the same last name, so it's Kim's dad where the blood is? Probably?
Possibility 1) Kim's dad had a kid later in life Possibility 2) He's Varleria's half brother? Different moms? 🤷🏻♀️
Post by chronoeclipse on Nov 21, 2018 18:54:15 GMT -6
Honestly I've been enjoying following the debate. To be fair I had pictured Valeria to be Kimberly's great-aunt (I referred to my great aunts and uncles as just 'aunty' or uncle) but I think some interesting possibilities have been presented.
Post by chronoeclipse on Nov 21, 2018 19:57:35 GMT -6
Dead heat in the poll with only 3 hours left. If the tie isn't broken i'll become tomorrow nights this or that with a special caveat. If you haven't voted yet here's your chance! New poll starts at 12pm EST
Post by chronoeclipse on Nov 21, 2018 23:12:51 GMT -6
Well, in the final minutes Miss Crimson managed to beat out Miss Jade 6 votes to 5. I really thought Miss Jade had it, she was leading for so long. I'm curious to hear why people voted for who they did - if anyone is willing to share their thoughts behind their vote I would love to read them and it might even inspire me for the next chapter!
In the meantime a new poll is up where you can weigh in on what happens to our lucky winner on Sunday.
Personally I found it interesting how Miss Jade admitted getting older would be detrimental to her job. Because of her card I thought arthritis was gonna creep into her joints, stiffening her up and slowing her down. Was curious to see how’d she’d react to her body rebelling against her.
Crimson was my second choice though so not a big loss there.
Post by chronoeclipse on Nov 22, 2018 16:48:55 GMT -6
Thanks for the insights into your votes, keep them coming!
With our current poll I actually allowed you to pick your top 2 choices. It looks like ontlly one person who has cast their votes has taken advantage of both votes. So if you already voted in this one but only picked one option feel free to select a second!
Also happy Thanksgiving everyone! Hope your families aren't driving you too crazy!
Post by chronoeclipse on Nov 25, 2018 22:29:44 GMT -6
The older woman clapped her hands decisively.
“Yes a tour of the house is what we all need. Come. Come.” She said slowly rising out of her chair.
Alice thought that the hostess looked even older than she had originally guessed when they had arrived. Her face looked incredibly wrinkled and tired. Maybe all the excitement of having guests over had worn her down a bit. The butler shuffled over and brought a fancy cane for Valeria to steady herself with. As she hobbled slowly toward the doorway behind Alice, Candace and Lauren.
“Now then follow me. And be mindful not to touch anything. The house is very specific. Everything and every person has a specific place and purpose.” She said with a dour look on her lined face then she smiled warmly. “I think you’ll all quite like it here.”
The guests all stood up and began to follow her out of the room. Candace and Lauren were closest so they went first.
“This is super weird. I can’t believe i’m doing this.” Candace said as she picked up her clutch and followed the old woman out of the dining room.
Lauren grinned “I know but there’s something kind of exciting about it all right!? Like, maybe we’ll solve a murder!” She said linking arms with Candace enthusiastically as they exited the room.
Next Ed trailed behind the two young women admiring their backsides in their form fitting gowns. He pulled out a cigar and was about to light it.
“Sir! Absolutely no smoking in the house!” Buckingham shouted across the dining room.
Ed waved his hand in the air in concession and tucked the cigar back in his suit pocket with a grumble. Behind him Heather and Russell followed whispering to one another. Russell gave Heather a surprised grin and Heather winked at him. Amy witnessed this and felt a little uncomfortable. She cleared her throat causing Russell to look up.
“Oh uh, hey Amy.” He said pulling away from Heather for a moment. Causing the redhead to raise an eyebrow.
“Do you two know one another? You came together right?” She asked pointing at Amy and Russell.
The young man quickly tossed up his hands defensively at that notion. “No no, we just met at the door.” He said.
Amy shrugged. “Yeah I might have taken him up on getting a drink if this whole thing turned out to be a prank.”
Heather smirked. “Well, who knows. It all still might. But a drink sounds lovely. When the old biddy is done showing us around lets find the bar in this place and fix ourselves a night cap. What do you say blondie?”
Now it was Amy’s turn to look defensive. “Oh I don’t want to uh… make things complicated.” She said looking at Russell who obviously seemed torn between the two women.
Heather shrugged. “Your call. Honestly, complications are what keep this world interesting. Offers on the table.” She said and sauntered out of the room in a purposeful way.
Russell winced at how hot he found that. He turned to Amy though, not wanting to abandon her.
“You uh… you coming?” He asked edging to the door not wanting Heather to get too far ahead of him.
As they were having this exchange Kimberly shuffled past them, her eyes stuck in the book she was reading with a bored look on her face like she didn’t want to be here. She had the slumped posture of an angsty adolescent teen girl and seemed a bit oblivious to what was going on around her. She looked up at Amy and Russell and then sighed, shaking her head and rolling her eyes returning to her book as she exited the room.
Amy nodded at Russell. “Yeah i’m cool. I’ll catch up in a minute. I just need to dig something out of my purse.” She said shooing him on.
He nodded and jogged back up to catch up with Heather. As soon as he left Amy looked around to see she was the only one left in the room. Buckingham must have exited through the other entrance. She quickly went around and gathered all of the place cards the guests had received, discreetly sticking them into her purse. As she came around to the head of the table she noticed at there was one on Valeria’s dessert plate as well that the hostess hadn’t mentioned she had received. Curiously Amy lifted it up to reveal the one word printed on it. ‘Youth’. Amy quickly slipped it into her purse with the rest and ran out to join the rest of the group.
She entered a small hallway with a staircase leading up to what looked like a row of doors. However looking down the hallway to the left of the stairwell she saw a doorway and the rest of her group gathered. She quickly caught up, standing behind Ed and Kimberly in the back.
“-Is the breakfast room where we can all gather tomorrow morning for some eggs and french toast.” Valeria said addressing the room that appeared to be a smaller, cozier version of the dining room.
“Straight ahead is the family room, but seeing as how none of you are under the age of 12 that room should largely go unused, I’d imagine.” Valeria said with a chuckle, causing some of the group to chuckle as well as they looked through the glass door to see what looked a bit like a playroom/nursery with cribs and foam mats and shelves filled with toys for all ages.
Valeria then took a right and brought them into a very nice kitchen. A stout older woman, though not as old as Valeria was in there cleaning up from preparing their meals.
“Ah this is obviously the kitchen and our chef for the evening Chef Pearl.” The hostess said and the portly woman in an apron and chefs hat gave a slight bow of her head.
“The food tonight was tremendous!” Lauren said politely with a thumbs up at Chef Pearl.
The chef gave her a forced smile and nodded back, continuing to clean up her station.
“Strong and silent type I guess.” Lauren whispered to Candace with a giggle.
“She’s probably not thrilled about having a bunch of people paraded through her kitchen.” Candace said honestly.
“Quite right.” Valeria said overhearing them. “Come along everyone. Let’s let Chef Pearl finish up for the night.”
She then brought them through a small service entrance into the rear foyer. It was also very posh looking with marble floors and mirrors on the wall but smaller than the main entrance.
“To your left is the exit out onto the back terrace.” Valeria began.
“Don’t mind if I do!” Ed said pulling his cigar back out and heading to the exit.
“Please Mr. Silver. Not until we are done with the tour.” Valeria said sternly.
“You’re killing me lady!” Ed said putting his cigar back frustratedly.
“Now then, to your right is our gallery. We have 106 individual pieces of artwork housed in this estate, about a third of which is on display in our gallery.” She explained. As they peaked in they could see the maid gently dusting the frames.
“Now then, come along to the great room.” Valeria said leading them into a large, nicely furnished room with high ceilings.
“The room is furnished in 17th century venetian-” Valeria began to explain.
Toward the back of the group Russell and Heather were no longer paying attention. They were looking at the sullen teenage girl in the pretty pink dress.
“Soooo your Miss Figure’s neice? How does the math on that work?” Russell asked the girl.
Kimberly sighed, looking up from her book. She looked over to Valeria for a moment and then shook her head. “She’s my grandmother’s younger sister. But she just calls me her niece because it’s easier than saying ‘great niece’.” The young girl explained.
“You mean ‘grand niece’, dear. If she’s your grandmothers sister then she would be your grand niece. It’s only great niece if you were the daughter of her niece.” Heather offered.
“Aren’t they the same thing?” Kimberly asked. “I’m both her sisters grandmother and her niece’s daughter. I think the terms are interchangeable.” She offered.
The two young women considered this for a moment and Russell was still stuck on the previous thought.
“Wait your mother is daughter of Valeria’s sister? How do you both have the same name then?” Russell asked even more confused.
“My mother kept her maiden name.” Kimberly said quickly.
“But wait - are you sure that you’re not Valeria’s just regular niece? Because I had this theory that maybe Valeria had a younger brother whos maybe 10 years younger than her and he had you when he was in his 40s while your mother was significantly younger than him.” He explained.
Kimberly starred silently at Russell. Then said finally. “I’m not though… can I go back to my book now please?” She said quickly sticking her book back up in front of her face to end the conversation and moving swiftly across the room to an antique chair which she sat down in, dangling her bare legs over the wooden arm of it.
“Oh Kimberly! Sit lady-like darling. You don’t want to set a bad example for our guests.” Valeria chided and then turned back to explaining on of the tapestries in the room.
Kimberly gave an annoyed exhalation and shifted in the chair to sit cross-legged.
“Now in through here is the ballroom.” Valeria said leading them to the very far side of the house where a semi-circular room with wall to wall glass windows.
There was a stage with various musical instruments and then a large dance floor surrounded by columns.
“Oooo awesome!” Lauren squealed and ran out to the center of the room, kicking her heels off to the side, revealing perfectly pedicured feet with hot pink toenails to match her dress, and began to dance in the center of the room.
She clearly had extensive ballet training and impressive flexibility. Ed especially seemed to enjoy watching her move gracefully around the ballroom. She motioned for the others to join her. Amy was the only one bold enough. She had taken dance classes up through college but was nowhere near as good as Lauren Magenta. But she still shimmied and glided around the dance floor without embarrassment. She even caught her moves stealing some looks from Russell who seemed to enjoy how her yellow dress swirled around with every elegant twirl Amy did. Miss Blonde and Miss Magenta giggled as they danced about.
“So will we have a band entertaining us this weekend?” Miss Crimson asked with a smirk gesturing to the stage and the instruments.
Valeria smiled. “No band but we actually have an especially talented musician amongst us. Right here. And I think if we ask nicely she may honor us with a bit of a performance.” The old woman suggested with a smile motioning over to Candace.
“Oh I couldn’t…” Candace said blushing.
“Oh my god! Yes you have to! Pleasssseeeee!” Lauren said and Amy nodded enthusiastically.
Candace didn’t yet agree to but she did slowly walk toward the stage and look at the beautiful electric violin that was laying in a case at the edge of the stage.
The group stood in excited anticipation as Candace reached for it and looked for an amp to plug into. She looked back to the group to confirm that they wanted to hear her play.
Everyone looked like they wanted her to go for it. But then Heather said. “That’s all right. We won’t force you. Maybe you can play for us later… after the rest of the tour.”
Candace nodded. “Yeah that sounds good. Give me a chance to warm up before playing for an audience.” She said with a smile, quickly walking back to rejoin the group, not noticing the looks of disappointment on her new friends faces.
“Well let’s continue on then. It’s getting late.” Valeria said sounding a bit tired and hobbling to the right down into a small hallway.
“Straight ahead is the library.” She said pointing into a room with floor to ceiling shelves of old books.
She then led then to the right again into a cosy looking den, with comfy chairs and shays lounges. In the room was an entrance to a seperate smaller room that looked like a speakeasy.
“Ah the drinks and conversation room. This is where I get to display my portion of the talent show.” Heather said with a laugh and as Valeria led them straight ahead back out to the main foyer Heather leaned over to Russell.
“Meet me back here in an hour.” She whispered and then playfully bit his earlobe.
Buckingham was waiting for the group by the main entrance and saw Valeria plodding along.
“You look like you’re running on fumes Mistress. I can show them up to their quarters. Why don’t you retire for the night. I believe Miss Kimberly has already tucked in.” The old Butler said helping the old woman to the back of the foyer where the entrance to her room must be.
“Yes, that’s probably for the best.” The old woman agreed and turned back to address her guests. “I shall see you all in the morning. I hope you all have a pleasant evening. Mind the rooms and don’t let curiosity get the best of you unless your prepared for it to get the worst of you as well.” She said ominously with a kind wrinkly smile and then shuffled off to bed.
The Butler came back and stood at the foot of the stairs.
“Well then, all right. Let’s show you lot to your rooms.” He said a bit gruffly as he led the way upstairs.
At the top of the stairs Buckingham took a sharp right leading them down a row of doors on both sides. “All right, room assignments are simple enough. There is a color on the door corresponding to your names. Red for Miss Crimson, Yellow for Miss Blonde, Blue for Mr. Cerulean and so on and so forth.” He explained as the guests all walked down the hall to find their respective colors on the doors.
There was eight in total. Six for the six guests and two more marked various shades of off-white. Amy turned and looked back down the hallway past the landing.
“What about the rooms down the other hallway?” She asked.
“Pardon? Miss?” The old Butler asked.
“There seems to be a much larger hallway running down the other direction. What are those rooms?” She clarified pointing in that direction.
“Oh just unused guest rooms, linen closets etc. etc. Nothing of note. You’ll all find accompanying bathrooms in your quarters. Now if you’ll excuse me, it is time for me to retire.” He said with a polite smile.
“I’d say that time was probably a good twenty years ago pal.” Ed cracked. “Now if you all will excuse me. I’m going to go smoke a stoge.” He said and followed the Butler downstairs to go out onto the terrace.
The remaining guests entered their perspective rooms. Amy walked in to the door marked yellow to find a pretty nicely furnished guest bedroom with a comfortable looking queen sized bed and a lamp. She tossed her bag onto the bed and curiously looked at the cane resting against the bedside table. It was a heavyduty four-footed cane, unlike the classy looking wooden one Valeria was sporting. She turned on the light to the bathroom to see that there was a seated platform in the shower stall and denture adhesive resting on the sink. She shook her head. This all must be left over from an elderly guest that had stayed in the room before her. I mean there was also all of the normal things you’d find in a guest bathroom and even some condoms discreetly tucked away in the bedside draw. Amy slipped off her shoes and tossed herself onto the bed to take it all in for a moment. Why did she come here? Was she trying to read mystery into the situation just because the whole notion of coming to a strangers mansion and staying the weekend with a bunch of people she just met was rather odd? Miss Figure seemed nice enough, nothing particularly sinister about her. The cards at dinner were certainly unsettling. But not quite threatening. She pulled them out of her purse and rifled through them again notating which ones were whose. As she brought them back down to her purse she caught something peculiar across the room. A number of greeting cards were propped up on the dresser across from the bed. She hopped out of the bed and padded over to get a closer look. She lifted one up. It was a ‘happy birthday grandma’ card with a grey haired cartoon penguin on the front sporting granny glasses. She opened the inside and saw a child’s handwriting
“We hope you have a wonderful birthday and get to each lots of cake grandma Amy! Xoxoxo Dylan and Julie.”
Amy’s heart was beating quickly. She looked at the next one. It was a mother’s day card with flowers on the front that said ‘to our mommy’s mommy!’ she flipped it open again to see the words ‘grandma Amy’ scrawled in messy print. She looked over and the next few were get well soon cards. She nervously reached for one of them to read what it was wishing she’d get better from when a knock startled her. She paused for a moment and then rushed to the door. Leaving the cards scattered on the drawer.
“There is some weeeeeeeird crap in our rooms!” Candace explained with a grin as Amy opened the door.
Candace and Lauren stood in the doorway looking more excited than scared.
“Yeah mine too!” Amy exclaimed glad it wasn’t just her.
“Oooo what did you get? I got a big package of depends and closet full of the dowdiest sweaters any one could imagine!” Lauren said prancing into the room.
“I have a walker and hearing aid.” Candace proclaimed with a proud smile. “Okay want to hear my theory? I think that they originally invited a bunch of people here for their 50th birthdays and these are all like ‘over-the-hill’ gag gifts but they had to cancel at the last minute and then they forgot to clean everything else before they invited us.” She explained.
Amy nodded. “Yeah that would explain those weird messages at dinner… but uh did you guys get any cards?” She asked.
Lauren shook her head. “Like birthday cards?”
“Yeah, check these out.” Amy said showing them the card with the penguin on it.
“See! I’m totally right! This was going to be a birthday party and they forgot to clear everything out!” Candace proclaimed.
“But look - they aren’t all birthday cards… and they say Grandma Amy. Like - my name, as if these are my grandkids writing these cards to me!” Amy said conspiratorially.
Lauren smirked. “You’re like what? 23? I think that’s a little too young to be a grandma.” She said.
Amy nodded. “25 actually, but yeah I’m not saying these are from my actual grandkids… they don’t exist. I’m mean not for years and years and years.”
“Oooo so what if these are from the future…” Lauren said in a silly voice.
“Oooor what if Miss Figure is like trying to mess with our heads.” Amy said seriously.
“But why? She seems pretty cool and like, none of us have done anything to her. I as far as like pranks go this one would be pretty lame. We’re not going to like start believing we’re little old ladies just because of some canes and bifocals in our rooms.” Candace said reasonably.
“Yeah I have no idea whats going on. Maybe it’s all a coincidence, maybe it’s a weird joke. Maybe it’s some dudes bizarre fetish. But I think it at least warrants investigation right?” Amy proposed.
“Oh i’m so in!” Lauren said fist pumping the air.
“Totally, she said we could explore for ourselves right? As long as we don’t like move stuff around too much?” Candace said paraphrasing Miss Figure’s warning.
The three young women left Amy’s nodded at each other and then left Amy’s room to go explore.
Meanwhile downstairs in the den Russell was casually walking into the room to be greeted by the beautiful Miss Crimson stretched out, still in her cherry red dress, across a shays one hand propped above her long flame red hair like a golden age movie star. The other hand was holding a gin and tonic. Her high heels were tucked under the furniture and her soft bare feet peeking out from the hem of the flowing dress, her toes painted to match her outfit.
“What took you so long loverboy?” She purred.
“Uh I wanted to freshen up and there was like this weird support ramp thing in my shower…” He began to explain.
She brought her finger up to her plump lips to tell him to shush.
“Whoever *they* are are trying to mess with us. Whatever we’ve gotten ourselves into, *they* are playing a game with us. Scare us, weird us out, keep us wondering what is going on. It’s all psychological. Next we’ll probably be getting ‘haunted’ by the ghosts of these old people or whatever. They want us to freak out so that we leave and they win. Simple as that. Or we freak out and do god knows what and they record our behavior for some scientific journal - ‘what would a bunch of young people do when put in a room with a walker and denture cream.’ - who knows what the point of it all is but the goal is to keep you off your game and the best thing for us to do to beat them at it is just to ignore it and have our fun…” She said as she stood up and walked slowly over to him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders and bringing him into a kiss.
“Does that sound like a decent plan to you? Mr. Cerulean?” She purred with a knowing look.
Russell nodded enthusiastically.
“Good. That was just a teaser of how I was thinking we could occupy our time here. Let me fix you a drink and then i’ll come back and… lay out the rest of the plan.” She said with a wink strutting toward the speakeasy room, being sure to swish her hips to playfully have her tight little booty sway from side to side, hugged by the skin tight red fabric.
It looked to Russell like she wasn’t wearing underwear. She turned and blew him a kiss when she got to the doorway and then disappeared out of the room. Russell could hardly contain his excitement. He attempted to sit in a chair and look suave, shifting his position a number of times because he was worried it didn’t look as cool as he wanted. He knee kept bouncing and he finally slapped his hand down on it to get it to stop.
He heard her approaching the doorway and struck a casual pose trying to look as nonchalant as possible. He turned to look at her and gasped. She too was posing in the doorway, with her free hand reaching up and grasping the doorframe and her other hand holding his beverage against her flat stomach, right below her impressive cleavage.
She looked at him enticingly but she looked different than she had moments before. Slight lines and imperfections were visible on her face. The beginnings of crows feet. Her toned arms also seemed a bit flabbier. He had guessed Heather to be around his age - in her late 20s, maybe 30s tops. But in the light of the doorway she looked closer to 40.
“Surprised to see me stud? I said I was coming back…” She purred and even her voice sounded deeper and hoarser. Russell couldn’t believe it as she seemed to be growing older before his very eyes. Her glorious cleavage, on full display with her strapless dress seemed to deepen and spread as her impressive breasts softened and drooped into the dress cups. He could see slight freckling on top. Harsh lines snaked their way along her mouth and nose, as if her face reflected decades of frowning she had yet to do. Russell’s heart pounded as he witness grey streaks run through her red mane emanating from her temples. Her hourglass figure began to melt into a less shapely form as her mid section expanded and her belly pooched slightly. He could hear similarly tearing in the dress as her hips widened and thighs thickened from cellulite. Her chin line soften into the beginning of jowls. Before Russell could say anything a now 51 year old woman stood posing seductively in the doorway looking like she had crammed herself into her daughters dress.
“Oh my god Heather?” He asked standing up.
“What?” She asked. Her voice sounded huskier as well.
“Your- your-” He said pointing at her.
She was confused and shook her head and then looked down at her body and went wide-eyed. She wasn’t fat per-se but was no longer model-slim either and nothing was firm or perky anymore. She dropped the glass which shattered on the floor.
“No-no-no-no- please god no!” She cried as she rushed over to the mirror in the room to be confronted with a woman who looked very much like her own mother. She felt her pasty cheeks and the grey in her hair and opened her mouth to scream.
Upstairs the other girls were tiptoeing cautiously down the hallway. They past the landing and began to explore the other side of the second floor. The first few doors did appear to be linen closets. But after that the doors began to be marked with a 4 digit number starting with 2000 and counting down. They walked down the hallway with even numbers on their right and odd numbers on their left as they past dozens of doors each counting down until finally they reached 1901 and 1900.
“Uh that’s literally 100 rooms we just walked past. Those are all guest rooms? They can’t have 2000 rooms in this house. That’s impossible.” Lauren observed.
“Maybe they aren’t counting how many room. Maybe they mean something different.” Amy mused.
She was about to open room 1900 when Lauren exclaimed “Oh my god guys I figured it out!”
The other two quickly rushed over and found Lauren standing in front of a door marked “Wardrobe.” which seemed to be at the top of the stairs at the other side of the house.
“We’re on a hidden camera show! This is some stupid ‘punked’ thing. Where’s Ashton!” Lauren called out. Amy and Candace shushed her.
“It’s okay, they’ll either edit this part out or like air it and i’ll look like a freakin’ genius!” Lauren said to them opening the door.
The girls popped their head in and found racks of clothing and costumes.
“See? This is where they house all the costumes and stuff for the actors to put on to scare us!” Lauren explained.
“But - why us? I mean, you’re an actress but i’m a relatively unknown blogger.” Amy said.
“And I have like 5 fans.” Candace offered. “But like what about Ed? He’s just like a car salesman. Why would he be included?” She asked.
“He’s totally in on it. I bet he’s an actor too brought in to make us feel like uncomfortable. You saw the way he was just like unabashedly staring at our asses during the tour of the house. He was totally hamming it up for the cameras. And I totally could have sworn I’ve seen that french maid at auditions before.” Lauren said.
Before the other girls could respond they heard a scream. They ran downstairs, past the dining room and around into dining room where Miss Ivory the maid was standing looking upset.
“There was a ‘orrible image in ze mirror!” The maid cried, tears running down her rosy cheeks.
“It’s okay lady. We know this is all a prank.” Candace said looking around for the cameras.
“Yeah I think we totally auditioned for the part of ‘sexy girl on the bus’ in that Eastwood movie last summer.” Lauren said trying to make friends.
The maid looked at them confused, still very upset.
“I do not know what you ahr talking about! This is no prahnk. I was cleaning zee mirror when it showed me my face but it wasn’t my face. It was all wrinkly like zat of an old lay-dee! Oh it was so ‘orrible!” She cried, sitting down in a chair.
Candace rubbed the woman’s back gently as Amy went to investigate the mirror. She didn’t see anything odd or doctored about it and only saw her normal young image reflected back.
“Maybe she’s like us and she’s being subjected to whatever all of this is too!” Candace offers.
But before they can debate what happened a second scream bellowed from across the hall.
They all rushed into the den, joined by Ed to find Russell standing bewildered behind a matronly woman with faded grey and red hair looking horrified at her reflection.
This or That: The group is horrified to learn that this is Heather Crimson, the beautiful young lawyer they had met at dinner or The group is confused at what Heather Crimson is upset about - they remember her having been in her 50s the entire time they've been here and no longer remember her being younger.
JackpotMans: Bracket has been updated!
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MeanMark: Would anyone be interested in contributing to a "FaceApp Creations" thread? Basically a place to share your face-agings of either celebs or people you know.
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JackpotMans: If you are a part of round 2 of the AP Tournament, please check your messages! I would prefer to talk over discord if you use it, but I don't mind conversing here.
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unknown: Is there some Italian?
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unknown: discord.gg/3EvqCxvfsn I created this server in Italian about all kind of transformation in Italian language. But there isn't anyone in old age progression.
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MeanMark: Just started an intractables thread -- join the FaceApp fun!
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JackpotMans: Voting for round 2 will close tomorrow!
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MeanMark: Two-fer Tuesday in the FaceApp thread!
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MeanMark: If you're a fan of age swapping, today's post is for you (kinda)
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kappa: More like age transfer? I get what you mean though. ❤️ It!
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MeanMark: Has anyone else been using the Tapatalk app to access the boards on their phone? This site is suddenly gone from that app.
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MeanMark: The forums are back on the Tapatalk app — weird!
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JackpotMans: The final match for the AP tournament is up! Voting goes live tomorrow!
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kappa: As a TG Fan, I've come across a lot of Great Shift stories, comics, and captions. Feel like this would be a fun AP theme. Have seen AP TG Great Shift Captions though, which definitely supports my thoughts on this cause those are awesome.
Apr 19, 2021 10:05:11 GMT -6
kappa: Y'all might enjoy Jupiter's Legacy. It also might bum ya out how youthful a woman 100+ looks. 🤣
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kappa: R.I.P Paul Mooney ❤️
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kappa: Episode 2 of Modok had an interesting AP scene in the end ❤️
May 26, 2021 10:09:28 GMT -6
kappa: Just watched the trailer to the new Space Jam movie. Candi Milo plays granny and her bits are awesome. "I'm gonna go old school on his butt!" Followed by break dancing with a walker. Also, SHE DRINKS A MARTINI.
Jun 8, 2021 9:52:26 GMT -6
kappa: i feel like they genuinely made this film for an older audience 🤣
Jun 8, 2021 9:52:42 GMT -6