[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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[dramatispersonae]

There are twenty different colors! How will you choose?!

[sightunseen]

[where is this...? peers through curiously]

[dramatispersonae]

It is bolted.

[surefire]

[and with that, leaving the corner behind to head down the hill]

[crueltobekind]

[CAN I UNBOLT IT . . . otherwise he's going to look around in the bureaus like a much too nosy guest]

[playfreebird]

[picks them up and places them on the table, and the scissors. Still keeping the notes.

Picks up the jewelry box with the flowers]

[dramatispersonae]

When you enter the gate, you find yourself in a room. It is filled with light and gold which only reflects the light all the more. The light does not sting your eyes in the least, thankfully, and the air is easier to breath in, much more refreshing than before. Somehow, this place feels safe and peace; you can be at ease here.

In the center of the room, Vincent and Gilbert are seated upon a loveseat with the former leaning on the latter.

[dramatispersonae]

Where indeed . . .

[dramatispersonae]

Inside the box, there are countless flowers. You may have to dig to see them all as there are layers upon layers of them. On top, a solitary ball of a purple flower sits on a bed of red and white blooms. They all seem to be alive and well, though a few of the red are turning colors and giving off a pungent odor.

[emocalypsed]

...Huh.

[goes to the edge of the veranda to look out first...]

[dramatispersonae]

From the edge of the veranda, you can see that you are at the top of a hill that slopes down until it reaches what appears to be a garden not far off. There is a path made of smooth white stones leading to it as well. There don't seem to be many flowers in this garden, however. Instead, there are many hedges circling and weaving around, making some sort of pattern—A maze, certainly. At what looks like the center of it, you can make out a cleared area.

Around the maze, you can see a wrought iron fence circling the outer edge of the garden. It breaks at parts, looking quite battered, but it envelopes the maze completely, and you can make out quite a few gates lining the edge. Getting to them may prove difficult, but if you use the advantage of your height upon the hill right now, then you should be able to find a way . . .

Well, some of the gates, at least. With a dry flap of wings, you may notice that the gate is being used as a perch for some interesting creatures. Directly ahead, a grizzly skeletal bird with a goat head is wrapped up in a red cloak. A stray breeze may carry a smell not unlike rotting flesh to your nose. To the left of the bird-like monster, a small mouse is curled up in itself with a turn key in its back. Somehow, it is managing to sleep upon its precarious perch. To the right of the two, there is a bound woman, if you can make out her figure, that is. Her eyes are covered, her arms are restrained, her legs almost fused together in her too-tight bindings, but her hair flows long and free.

Perhaps, you should be careful in your wanderings, hmm?

Oh, look, a map!

[dramatispersonae]

To the hill~.

[playfreebird]

[oooh

can the ones that are turning off be removed without wrecking the others?]

[dramatispersonae]

Sure, you can . . . But there is going to be a lot of darkness rushing at you, though. :')

[dramatispersonae]

And what a view!

[crueltobekind]

[dfgfgklh HOLY SHIT TRIES TO SLAM THE WINDOW CLOSED AGAIN]

[dramatispersonae]

You can! As you carefully pick the flowers out, you can see there is another layer. However, more distracting is the sensation that you would rather be left well enough alone and are agitated like you were caught in the middle of a, hm, temper tantrum?

[dramatispersonae]

You manage to! A few wisps of darkness filled with taunting laughter, an almost clown-like voice singing out, "He doesn't want to come~ What a dull boy~," still linger in the room before they eventually fade.

[twindividualism]

[WHAT. THE HELL WAS THAT . . .]

[pulls the curtains shut over the windows and goes to check out one of the bureaus]

[sightunseen]

[oh




this is super cute though; are they sleeping?]

[dramatispersonae]

Empty, empty, empty—Oh, a mouse trap snaps shut on your fingers. It seems stronger than something used for catching mice, though.

[playfreebird]

[:T

checks the layer underneath carefully]

[dramatispersonae]

Vincent looks like he is, but Gilbert smiles warmly at her before putting a finger to his lips. Shh, don't wake the sleeping beast . . .

[fraternalorders]

[idk maybe I will have a look at the titles, if there are any]

[crueltobekind]

Ah—!!

[pries the trap off so he can inspect his finger 8(]