Gamemaster
"Yes," Kelvin says smoothly, "well, perhaps not in the traditional manner. As far as I know, no bodies are buried there. As far as I know..." the last bit he intones gravely, spoiling the effect with an amused twinkle of his eyes.
"And yes, although she did not publicize it, Lenore was, well, gifted," he adds, then stands, brushing at his knees and shoulder as if to clear off lint, "We have an informational display and shrine downstairs. It's quite popular with the Goth crowd."
He walks to the door, and gestures for them to follow. The hallway is still as matte black as before. At the end of the hall, a set of turnstiles are the only barrier into the dance floor beyond. The portrait from before is clearly visible. The rest of the floor is a mixture of dark wood, steel, and concrete, mirrors ringing the room. Kelvin waves offhand to the decor.
"The mirrors were my idea," he says proudly, "They randomly remove people from the reflection, keeps the rumor going that we have real vampires. I have a hedge witch come in every week to renew the enchantment. As a bonus, the footage gets archived, so it's like extra security cameras. But anyhow." He turns to the right, where a pair of dull bronze doors stand closed. He slides a panel open and taps a rapid series of numbers in before closing it and pulling a large bitted key out of his pocket.
"Gotta have security," he says, inserting the key and turning it with a loud clunk of tumblers, "but as Bruce Schneier says, a lot of the security is theatre." He pulls the doors open with an ominous cream, and cool, slightly stale, air puffs out from the dark interior. He teaches to one side and flips a switch, causing a series of wall sconces asking the walls to come up with the flicker of gaslight, illuminating grey concrete walls and ceiling and a flagstone floor. The passageway stretches out a few dozen feet before making a sharp turn.
"When they built the Student Union," Kelvin states as he walks forward, "it was on old foundations, criminal ones one might argue. These tunnels carried arms used against the British, smuggled slaves during the Civil War, mystic artifacts during the Vervain conflict, illicit alcohol during Prohibition. Somewhere along the line, they were boarded up, forgotten."
Around the corner, the passageway is lined with red enamel coffins, further restricting the passageway to single-file. Kelvin continues, "None of these, of course, were her resting place. These are all props, decoys that she had scattered through the complex of tunnels to foil would-be vampire slayers. And then, later, they were used against a much more loathsome foe, but we will get to that point. She awoke from a much more humble abode, pine wood, she said, and clawed her way to a more decadent lifestyle. When she broke out of the tunnels, she found the empty shell of the former Student Union, now derelict after the lawsuits, and from thence began to build her empire." At this point, he's reached the end of the corridor, which splits in a T junction. Kelvin begins to turn to the left junction, and then pauses and turns.
"Sorry. I'm so used to giving this as a tour... do you have questions for your report?"
OOC wrote:It was hard to start writing again, and then hard to stop once I started...
