Heart Game: Hurricane - Run 3

[idolpro]

[At first, all is still; all is silent.]

[The only light is the light from your phone, where a checklist has taken over the screen. It reads:]

___ Make a change
___ Repair something
___ Protect something
___ Find the True Heart
___ Survive

[Then the light comes up, bright, and then brighter, and you are in…]

Comments

[offontherightfoot]

In Hurricane's heart.

Now, lean your head forward.

[wonderlandgirl]

[Yes, sir.]

[offontherightfoot]

[You feel fingers in the hair at the base of your skull, and then soft pressure and a click like cutlery on a metal pan.]

[In an instant, there's everything.]

[There's the city center and the routes through it and the danger level for expected incoming games. There's the vid feed over San Francisco, half standing, and the Tokyo-F dorms, and the rooftops, and everything beyond. There's current status and stability - damaged, but functional - and abilities (insufficient), and weapon specs.]

[There's the angle of the sun in winter, and the wind interference, and the systems diagnostics for the repairs on the room down the hall. There's audio being processed through the comms, and the programming for the interior temp controls (below recommended average), and a systems update running on twenty-three different systems simultaneously. There's 45 floating-point operations per second.]

[There's everything.]

[It's thrumming in the air and filling up your skin and clawing out the soft parts in your head to make room.]

[There's everything, and it just won't stop.]

[Right up until it does.]

[All at once, it flicks out like a light when the switch is flipped, and in its place there's just you, sitting in a metal chair again.]

[Gain +1 to all Wis rolls, permanently.]

[wonderlandgirl]

[She blinks. Twice, three times. Touches a hand to her brow.]

What was that?

[offontherightfoot]

You've been synced with the heart.

[wonderlandgirl]

So... um, what do you need us to do? Just what it says on the phone?

[offontherightfoot]

Yes. Prepare yourself, and stay safe.

And do it quickly. The countdown ends in -

[He glances at the timer.]

- three hours and twenty-three minutes.]

[wonderlandgirl]

[She stands. Brushes off her skirts.]

Then I'll do my best.

[offontherightfoot]

He's counting on it.