[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]

Even if you stumble from the push, the step through the door is no great ordeal. You can right yourself easy enough, but you can sense that the space has been disturbed by your presence, by your very breathing. The air is stagnant and thick, though you can catch a pleasant breeze every now and then. There is only the faint trace of whatever smelled sharp before, hmm.

If you look around, you can see that you are standing on a half-circle veranda. The edge of the veranda spills easily into the grass as the ground dips down along a hill. Away from the edge, a comfortable corners seems to be drawn up with a chaise, a small table, and a bookshelf. Behind you, there is a great marble wall spanning the edge of the veranda with a door left open to whomever may wish to investigate . . .

[crueltobekind]

Where . . .

[heading for the bookshelf to investigate]

[surefire]

[glancing around, taking in the scenery for a moment... then moving over to the bookshelf to check some of the titles]

[playfreebird]

[doesn't stumble, thank you]

[checks out the corner with the chaise, table, etc]

[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.

[dramatispersonae]

Itachi, Jaina, Reaper, Lambda, Lloyd, Mithos, Flynn, Estelle, Sasuke, Raven, Maleficient, Beauty, Three, Goldie, Odile, Masked Lady, Kiriko, Jabberwock, Mother, Snow Queen, Gerda, Dormouse . . . There are even more, too.

[dramatispersonae]

As you draw closer to the corner, you realize that something is amiss. The chaise is in disarray in as much as blankets and pillows strewn about merits that term, meanwhile the small table looks like a storm has passed over it. Ink drips over the edge, and papers and flowers petals are scattered everywhere. You can see a solitary black chess piece on its side . . . The bookshelf doesn't seem to have done much better. It stretches impossibly high, able to hold a great deal of books. However, the half-open books with huge fist fulls of pages missing answers where the question of where the paper came from. There are quite a few books with different colored bindings, but few are in any proper order, shame.

[crueltobekind]

[. . . picks up an open book to see what it used to be]

[surefire]

[... grabbing "Lambda" to flip it open, thank you]

[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 . . .

[sightunseen]

[stands on her tiptoes for a moment, breathing in the air; then closes her eyes and tries to feel out which direction thoses gusts of breeze are coming from]

[dramatispersonae]

What a snoop!

From Beatrice's world, some persuasion of an inhuman being. She claims to be a witch as well? What an utter farce . . . It seems that she has caught Nunnally's eye, though.

Do you go on?

[dramatispersonae]

What a clever girl . . . They seem to be coming from the west.

[playfreebird]

[sob; continues heart game trend of just... tidying up

straightening the pillows and folding the blanket]

[dramatispersonae]

You are too sweet. There may be a few fine pieces of paper stuck at odd spots, but that is a very easy matter to take care of.

[sightunseen]

[balls one fist in her skirts and whirls blindly in that direction, moving forward with the fingertips of her free hand outstretched, eyes still closed and feet testing the ground before taking a step; she's a little better than most people at moving blindly through rooms to see what crosses her path, at least.]

[crueltobekind]

. . .

[sets that one down to check another]

[surefire]

[what did you expect!!]

[well, she's quite sure where she is now—raises an eyebrow slightly as she reads over the page... yes, she keeps reading]

[dramatispersonae]

She crosses the beautiful marble floor of the veranda slowly, but it does eventually spill onto a lawn, sloping down a hill.

[dramatispersonae]

A ruined book? A complete book? Why don't you pick a color~?

[sightunseen]

[takes her shoes off to carry with her and wriggles her toes in the grass before continuing in much the same manner; still mostly blind, though she slits her eyes open if she stumbles etc]

[dramatispersonae]

She can hold a conversation, at least. It is more than can be said for most.

There is an interesting inclination to violence and depravity that has laid still for awhile. Better to let sleeping beasts lie, but how terribly boring . . .

The role best suited to such a character . . . It doesn't sit well with me, but a role is a role. What does it matter when nothing becomes someone?

[playfreebird]

[mostly I never know what else to do

checks the paper scrapes?]

[crueltobekind]

[Let's try a green book]

[fraternalorders]

[looks around for a moment and then moves to examine the bookshelf]