[a heart.]

[antreegonist]

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!))

Comments

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[brotagonist]

You're not alone here either.

Re: [center - truth]

[antreegonist]

It half-screeches, half-screams at you.

Re: [center - truth]

[brotagonist]

Well, you're not. That's what all the parts of you wanted to hear, wasn't it...

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[antreegonist]

It vomits a black shrike at you.

Except in the next second the cat kills it.

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[brotagonist]

[you vomiting tiny birds that can be subdued into tears by petting isn't helping your case, buddy]

...geez... I know you're in a lot of pain. I'm sorry, okay?

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[antreegonist]

It screams in frustration again, and turns its back on you, falling into a huddle.

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[brotagonist]

[SIGHS!]

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[antreegonist]

:E

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[brotagonist]

[yes yes your life is very hard. waves to the cat with a mouthed "thanks" and keeps up the path!]

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[antreegonist]

You enter the house again! Doors to the left, cedar door to the right, True Heart at the back.

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[brotagonist]

[. . . pokes his head in the non-kitchen door on the left...?]

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[antreegonist]

An herbroom.

It's fairly dim, and smells of many kinds of dried plants, faintly bitter and medicinal. You see leaves and roots, or whole plants, strung down in bunches from the ceiling. More plants are drying on a rack in the back. There's a window with the blinds pulled down, a table with a mortar and pestle and other various implements, and shelves holding labeled jars of powders and syrups.

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[brotagonist]

[. . . I want to go see what's through the window. . .]

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[antreegonist]

The blinds can be raised!

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[brotagonist]

[raises them!!]

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[antreegonist]

Sunlight fills the room, brightening it up. The outdoor view -- as it was in the kitchen -- is of the black tree.

The window is shut and secured, with a simple hook and eye latch.

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[brotagonist]

[...opens it and leans out to look at the tree]

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[antreegonist]

A light breeze pours in, riffling everything; the medicinal smell seems to clear, the room to freshen.

There's a box garden set outside the window, the soil turned and wet, but nothing's been planted there yet.

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[brotagonist]

Is there supposed to be something planted here?

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[antreegonist]

"Supposed? Well, kind of."

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[brotagonist]

[inquiring noise...?]

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[antreegonist]

"Check the table..."

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[brotagonist]

[checks it? IS THERE SOMETHING THAT WASN'T VISIBLE WHEN I FIRST LOOKED AROUND THE ROOM]

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[antreegonist]

There are dents in the workroom wall you might have missed before; oh Martel.

There's a little bag of woven fiber among the tools on the table.

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[brotagonist]

[picks it up and looks inside.]