[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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[dormancy]

No, and no. It's fine.

[dramatispersonae]

Goodness, there is still tea in it. At least, there aren't crumbs on the plates.

[shipwithwings]

[......... drinks the tea :[ better than pouring it out and making a puddle]

[crueltobekind]

[That is pretty nice . . .]

[Bringing the cup with him while he goes to inspect the beds. Anything to differentiate them?]

[dramatispersonae]

It's cold and old, though . . .

[dramatispersonae]

Some do not, others have a flower or two placed a top them.

[sightunseen]

I'm sure that you can find something with a sharp edge around here! A knife, perhaps...?

[eyes on his wrists]

[dramatispersonae]

Immediately, he clamps a hand over them.

"That wasn't ... A knife. But there were the scissors ... "

[crueltobekind]

. . .

[sits on the nearest flowered bed]

[fraternalorders]

Yes, you've made that clear.

[shipwithwings]

[DRINKING]

[sightunseen]

Oh, I do still have those...

[hands them over]

...would you tell me what it was, if not a knife? If I asked?

[surefire]

[... puts a hand on his head] A low-maintenance kid, aren't you?

[dramatispersonae]

There is a wand of blue blooms and an orange flower.

[dramatispersonae]

. . . Uwah, uwah. The pot is quickly empty, since it is a human size.

[dramatispersonae]

He cautiously reaches to taken one.

"Mm, it was chains."

[dormancy]

[a small flinch but staying still]

I try.

[shipwithwings]

[much better]

[going to open the curtains]

[dramatispersonae]

It opens to pitch black darkness. Perhaps, a candle lit would be better, instead?

[crueltobekind]

Hm . . . fond of this one?

[laying down to see if that does anything]

[shipwithwings]

[do i look like iskierka to you]

[are there any flame sources....]

[dramatispersonae]

There may be matches in a drawer somewhere, but there isn't anything currently burning.

[shipwithwings]

[8|a]

[twitches the curtains closed again]

[dramatispersonae]

Well, the sheets are warm as if from the sun and smell very nice . . . But, no, it doesn't do anything.

[dramatispersonae]

Yes, that may be for the best.