[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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[nexrophilia]

[ ...woah

Well... let's go investigate the bookshelf first. ]

[dramatispersonae]

The bookshelf stretches impossibly high, able to hold a great deal of books. However, there are many half-open books with huge fist fulls of pages missing from them. There are quite a few books with different colored bindings, but not many of them are in any proper order, shame.

[nexrophilia]

[ Checking out the half-open books... ]

[dramatispersonae]

Countless scars everywhere — Trained from a young age, even immune to poisons, what a truly beautiful creature — Does not do well with challenges to her worldview, do not divide . . .

[nexrophilia]

[ That's interesting... keeps reading what she can?? ]

[dramatispersonae]

There isn't any more to read, unfortuantely.

[nexrophilia]

[ Aw.

Taking one of the colored books down. Are they team colored... ]

[dramatispersonae]

There are twenty colors in all! So, teams then various browns, greys, and white.

[nexrophilia]

[ ...well yes let's look at the heliodor-colored one. ]

[dramatispersonae]

There is only one of them, so that narrows it right down. It has Mica written on the spine.

A simple enough woman, not appealing but not distasteful, either.

She denies herself continuously, entrapped . . .

[nexrophilia]

[ Wh

... Man if I were a worse person i'd try to write something else in there. As it is, she just frowns a little and closes the book.

...let's rearrange these books in color order. ]

[dramatispersonae]

Well, there isn't anyone to stop you, but . . . The books are sorted easily enough.

[nexrophilia]

[ good. now it's prettier.

...huffs. ]

What do you mean, deny myself...

[dramatispersonae]

I wonder~.

[nexrophilia]

[ yeah me too.

...is there a peridot colored one. ]

[dramatispersonae]

Lelouch and Mirage.

[nexrophilia]

[ Looking at Mirage's... ]

[dramatispersonae]

His brother leaves, Elliot arrives. Elliot leaves, his companion arrives. It is truly ironic. Perhaps, even fate?

He is sweet though corrupted. Peridot will do well for him.

[nexrophilia]

[ ... Ah. Putting it back.

...Okay, well. Let's go check out that door instead. ]

[dormancy]

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 an empty vase sits on a low table. There are a few empty dishes and a teapot set out. The room has been cleaned up a bit, so there isn't any dust or spiderwebs hanging about, at least.

[nexrophilia]

[ ...Oh, it's nice.

Just looking over everything, for now... ]

[dramatispersonae]

There aren't any distinctive points aside from the few decorative pieces, like the vase. It's really rather bland despite all appearances. There's no personality to it.

[nexrophilia]

[ I'm not sure if there's anything I should do, here...

Let's check out the windows. ]

[dramatispersonae]

There was an Iolite force in here, sorry. The windows are pitch black. It is impossible to peer through the darkness outside them.

[nexrophilia]

[ Drawing the curtains back over them, then. :(a anywhere else to go? ]