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LiliS
[ 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. ]
Re: Session 19 Discussion
If nothing else, I finally feel I understand what to do. We'll want to cut away from the junk room and arsenal, for one thing, or I may not be able to keep you all fully safe.
Everything and everyone in this house is a threat, now.
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Re: Session 19 Discussion
I tried to protect Wednesday my last time through. Even children cannot be trusted, it turns out.
[ a beat ] I do have a medical kit with me. I had thought to offer it to you, if you planned to accompany us.
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Re: Session 19 Discussion
Will you really be alright alone? Do you know what to do, yet?
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I know you don't want the help, but... I really couldn't bear it if you were hurt again.
I know the cost of letting my guard down far too well.
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[and lav pouted her way to victory]
I'll, I'll come.
Re: Session 19 Discussion
Good.
—Let's get going, then.
Re: Session 19 Discussion
[going to let mom deal with lav wanting to split up]