antreegonist | [a heart.]

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[a heart.]

There's a moment of nothing but light and sensation. Someone's looking you over and the scrutiny prickles and burns – it's nearly a physical pain, like fine little hooks digging past your skin, into the very meat of you. I know who you are, it says, and I know what you are, and that you don't have any business here --

“But you do,” says Mithos behind you. He's a tired, steady voice in your ear, a light hand on your shoulder. “I don't know what Dream's thinking, but everyone is welcome here in my heart; just keep in mind it's a real mess right now.”

Your vision clears.

((assume your characters wandered in here through a dream. also join #ihateyouihateyouiwanttocuddle on irc if you can!))

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HE IS SO CONFUSED

And if you peer hard -- the flower thing is hovering a little way off the ground. You can spot a leaking box underneath it.

[ thankfully she is a master at peering and spots it. ]

[ reaching out to try and slap that lid shut with her stick!! ]

He grabs your wrist.

"W--wait!"

[ LUNGING FOR IT NOW and probably hurting her wrist o well ]

It's leaking black things! Those are bad!

. . . you slap it shut. He immediately goes insubstantial, and looks stricken, betrayed.

"...why would you..."

Because you need to learn how to deal with things in a good way. And you're my friend, we're supposed to do things like this for each other.

[ DON'T LOOK AT HER LIKE THAT she feels bad so she immediately turns huffy. ]

SAD KITTEN EYES

"But . . ."

[ she attempts a smile ]

Don't worry. I think you'll be okay. And if not, I can open the box again.

"I. . .I don't know. . ."

He's starting to fade, and so is the rest of the room, including the darkness.

[ what's in the room, now that the darkness is going away? is the great seed still there? ]

Trust me.

He's gone. So is the Seed and the sword. The box is still there.

You're in a large round chamber with a cloth hung all the way around the walls. It's raised a little to leave room for the doors (one on the left and one on the right). One end of the cloth is thick with colourful embroidery, but the rest -- a great deal of it, almost all of it -- is blank white. There's a neat pile of needleworking supplies and stray tags of cloth stacked under the embroidered section.

The top of the chamber is open to the stormy sky.

[ oooh going straight to the needleworking bits to examine them! ]

[ okay so she's supposed to hate it but it's not so bad if she does it of her own accord...right? after all, percy and edmund said sewing was important!! ]

The supplies feel warm and almost lively under your hands, too -- like they're eager to be used.

[ picking them up, threading a needle with a whooooole lot of difficulty.... ]

Alright. Mithos, what should I make?

You hear Mithos again. He sounds a little less tired.

"Whatever you want...?"

Something happy, then. Is there a part where you have happiness?

[ SHE BEGINS TO STAB THE FABRIC it is not elegant and it takes her at least five minutes to figure out how to knot the thread, but eventually a stick figure of mithos with bright yellow hair appears, and he is smiling :D ]

"'Course there is. Even this place has happiness in it. It just got a mess on it.

Hey, is that me?"

Yes! And that-- [ pointing at an awkward grey lump ] is Sterling. I wanted to make all of our friends but I can't make them all fast enough.

"Thanks, Arry...I love it."

You can feel that he genuinely does.

[ she beams ]

Thanks. One more thing... [ it takes her awhile to switch threads, but eventually she manages to place the Sterling house atop the silver mound -- which is the boulder hill! -- and an awkward book inside the door. or something like that ]

There. Where should I go next?

"You could go up further -- there's another piece of memory there -- or go to the middle part, which is the road to me. There's stuff to be done everywhere, so it depends what you want."

Should I hold on to the boxes? They seem important.

"They're important. It'll help a bit to have them here . . . though it won't hurt anything to leave them, either."

I'll take it with me. I might need it later.

[ considers... and walks through the door on the left. ]

. . .

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