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[ You spill out of the elevator into the Solarium— the elevator is gone when you look back.
The solarium should be bright and airy in a room like this, but the atmosphere is oppressively humid, and some of the plants have overgrown across the windows, creating a sort of canopy. There's an odd, sickly-sweet odor wafting from somewhere, and some of the ground-level plants are more on the order of things like venus flytraps and pitcher plants. A container with a small hole dug invites you to plant something yourself.
The fear of decay lingers in the back of your mind as the smell of rot consumes your nostrils. You can’t exactly tell where that stench is coming from when the light has been blocked out, but you don’t really mind. After all, the image appearing in your mind of light coming through the windows only brings an unpleasant numbness around your eyes. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest when you think about it . . . well, that IS your heart, isn’t it? If you focus on the beats vibrating in your ears, fury swells up inside of you. You can almost remember that promise that was broken, but you feel that if you remember it, you won’t ever be able to go back. If you lose your sanity, or are damaged too far, the sensation will overwhelm you.
A bag of seeds sits in the small hole.
A readout on your phone tells you the rules and displays the sanity goal (explore rooms) and your traitor goal (epipen some fucking seeds into some hearts) as well as the item that you've been given (bag of seeds). It looks like nothing is stopping you from committing the traitor goal even while you're sane, if you wish to.
There is one exit: East. ]
The solarium should be bright and airy in a room like this, but the atmosphere is oppressively humid, and some of the plants have overgrown across the windows, creating a sort of canopy. There's an odd, sickly-sweet odor wafting from somewhere, and some of the ground-level plants are more on the order of things like venus flytraps and pitcher plants. A container with a small hole dug invites you to plant something yourself.
The fear of decay lingers in the back of your mind as the smell of rot consumes your nostrils. You can’t exactly tell where that stench is coming from when the light has been blocked out, but you don’t really mind. After all, the image appearing in your mind of light coming through the windows only brings an unpleasant numbness around your eyes. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest when you think about it . . . well, that IS your heart, isn’t it? If you focus on the beats vibrating in your ears, fury swells up inside of you. You can almost remember that promise that was broken, but you feel that if you remember it, you won’t ever be able to go back. If you lose your sanity, or are damaged too far, the sensation will overwhelm you.
A bag of seeds sits in the small hole.
A readout on your phone tells you the rules and displays the sanity goal (explore rooms) and your traitor goal (epipen some fucking seeds into some hearts) as well as the item that you've been given (bag of seeds). It looks like nothing is stopping you from committing the traitor goal even while you're sane, if you wish to.
There is one exit: East. ]
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...]
And it wasn't just him in the last round I was awake for, either. Are you going to be alright?
[His voice is level.]
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I had to kill someone I care about very much. But— [ she takes out a small vial and downs it, then sets it aside as her wounds close up ]
—I can keep moving. If you're ready as well, Sakaki.
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How about we just don't address that first part, since there's basically no way to do so without saying something that sounds cheap. He'll continue along as if there wasn't a moment's pause.]
It's Rafflesia. [...] But you may still call me Sakaki if that's difficult to say. Also, you may as well plant one of those seeds we've been given before we leave, for all the good it will do.
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[ it's not a bad idea as suggestions go, though, and she's already pulling one of the eerie seeds out of the pouch ]
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[No further elaboration is offered. He'll watch as he waits for her to finish with that.]
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I am glad to finally meet you, Rafflesia. [ she does struggle a touch over the pronunciation—rafurisia, but close enough. ]
I will protect you the same as I would Sakaki.
...And I can guide us to this place's arsenal. It isn't far off.
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[...]
Please lead the way, then.
[Apparently this one doesn't have any major qualms with getting armed.]
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[ Time to see if they'll have company in the Conservatory to the east. ]
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Off they go.]