[heart game]

[dormancy]

There is a click, a soft urging, almost whispered too soft to hear, but you can sense that you are being beckoned somewhere, lead to an elaborate open door with wood panels and great curls of gold leaf. You cannot see what is beyond the door, but it smells sour and sharp. Before you can turn over the thought of should you or shouldn't you, if you are the kind, there is a quiet push at your back and through the door you go . . .

Join #supersafe, because I like being misleading. When in doubt, use this for flower meanings if you character is the type . . .

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[crueltobekind]

[PERFECT that means it's totally fine for him to waltz right in. :) Which is what he's doing.]

[shipwithwings]

[going through the door]

[playfreebird]

[I guess we're going... left...?]

[fraternalorders]

[okay sure, left]

[dramatispersonae]

"I cleaned, but I'm not sure what else to do ... "

[dramatispersonae]

You won't run into any more of those tiles, at least.

[dramatispersonae]

The room is elegant and well-put together with a few arm chairs and bureaus. Heavy curtains hang from what appear to be windows, and a vase full of dead and dry flowers in what must have been a lovely arrangement sits on a low table. There are a few empty dishes and a teapot set out. Really, everything is as you left it. The room has been cleaned up a bit, so there isn't any dust or spiderwebs hanging about, at least.

[dramatispersonae]

The laughter and voices whispering get louder. You have the feeling that someone is definitely there, though when you come near enough to see the Jack in the Box without Byakugan, it is sitting perfectly still.

"Oh, they're going to visit, Alice!" "A visitor, a visitor!" "It's almost tea time . . . "

[sightunseen]

There either has to be a way to change the book, or this wall. Mm, a room nicely closed up is different than this. . . ~

[shipwithwings]

[twitches his tail in approval, but going to remove the dead flowers]

[dramatispersonae]

When you enter the house, you can sense that it is warm, though not unpleasantly, and welcoming. There is a vase that is filled with flowers of many colors set at the table in the kitchen along with a still steaming pot of tea. When you look on into the main room, you can see eighteen beds made up. They all look fluffy and comfortable, perfect for a nap if you are so inclined.

[dramatispersonae]

"I'm not sure about the wall that could be hard ... But you could write in the book? That would be easy."

[dormancy]

Not long . . . I wanted to come here.

[crueltobekind]

[That is a lot of beds . . .]

Is there anyone here?

[surefire]

Why?

[dormancy]

I like it here. There aren't people, and it's quiet.

[dramatispersonae]

It certainly is . . . But there is no one here, unfortunately.

[sightunseen]

Once you begin writing things, it can be very hard to stop. . . wouldn't chipping away the wall be safer?

[seriously asking!]

[dramatispersonae]

You are a dear. ♥

[dramatispersonae]

Gilbert looks at her, surprised before slightly amazed, when he nods.

"T-That could work, yeah ... "

[playfreebird]

[gives it a look]

...I doubt this is safe.

[crueltobekind]

. . .

[siiiigh]

[. . . pours himself a cup of tea]

[dramatispersonae]

It's an interesting blend of black tea with hints of rose petal and peach.

[surefire]

[... laughs] You don't get bored? Really, you didn't even bring something to read, did you.

[shipwithwings]

[tidying up the teaset as well, fuss fuss]