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[solo_insanity]

[It is dawn or sunset? Hard to tell, but there is the sky above is turning all shades of orange, purple and even some pink here and there. This certainly isn't where you last remembered yourself.

You are currently standing on a platform. To the left is a the sounds of gears moving, people shouting, and people milling about but a thick column of smoke blocks it from view. To the right is a forest of bamboo stalks swaying in the breeze.

Look down and the platform underneath while very thick is made of glass. The room is pink and lacy, frilly, and, oh, ever not so manly at all.]

[ooc: This is open to anyone that comes across it really. Just jump right in. This is a heart game. Think of it as a dungeon crawl through Tyki's heart. Messing with things will have side effects, but that means you should do it anyway. :)]

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START

[solo_insanity]

[You are in the room as described in the entry.]

[inruination]

[Oh whaaaaat]

[Taking a moment to orient himself.]

[luxuresombre]

[...Stares around mutely for a bit and then sets off towards the forest. ? ? ? ]

[luxuresombre]

[WHOOPS REPOST]


...Honestly. [Crosses her arms WHY ARE WE HERE AGAIN]

[Going to spend some time examining the room again.]

[casecard]

[This is a very strange place. The curiosity in him wants to investigate everything, but he decides to head toward the sounds of gears and life first, smoke be damned.]

[inruination]

[Hhhfghh why]

[Sits on the floor to recover from those bad feels. Considering which path to take.]

[luxuresombre]

[Your heart is infuriating, Tyki.]

[Anything new in the ballroom?]

Ssoo late,

[servingthecrown]

((ooc: I hope this is OK, never tried anything like this before? I can use Moon bird if that's better? Info Also she has a curse eye, i think it got skipped over but she does have one.))

[NO, she can definitely say this is not where she was last. She takes a moment to look around before sighing and rubbing a hand on her forehead. Always the weirdest shit. Always.

At least until she looks down, and gets caught staring. What.In.The...hell??] Creeper Stuff, always creeper stuff. [When it's not weird as hell...wait. Those tended to go together didn't they?]

Mind if I drag in this one, too?

[ter_saudades]

[He's not overly fussed about not remembering how he got here. He's "woken up" in worse places.]

[Although he's interested in the sounds beyond the smoke, he thinks he'll go investigate this bamboo forest, first.]

Re: START

[servingthecrown]

[Normal aches and pains aren't enough, but this?

Ugh, not pleasant. Just taking a moment to get everything straight in her head.]

[tersaudades]

[He has time to blink at the sudden change of scenery before that particularly unsettling, too-tight, not-his-skin feeling sets it. It's not as though he hasn't had to get used to it to some degree, but this is more how it feels on the worse days. His skin is crawling and a little bile is rising in his throat. He rolls his shoulders, trying to alleviate the tight feeling.]

[It doesn't really help. (It never does.) Even so, he turns and marches straight toward the smoke.]

BAMBOO FOREST

[solo_insanity]

[Many large bamboo stalks sprout up from the ground. Whatever color the sun is showing, it all gets muted down to blues and greens. There is a clearing in the center of the trees. Gnarly, thorned vines sprout out from the ground constantly moving. They curl around constantly but as they move occasionally form the words 'Who are you?']

A glance at your left will show a break in the thick stalks. If this forest was a room, that left side would be entirely covered in a sheet of glass. A mirror.]

Re: BAMBOO FOREST

[luxuresombre]

[Approaching the mirror.]

[luxuresombre]

[Going deeper into the bamboo.]

[ter_saudades]

[This would be peaceful, he thinks, if not for the vines. He frowns and nudges at part of one with his shoe.] Why does it matter to you who I am?

Re: BAMBOO FOREST

[servingthecrown]

[oh, no mirrors and moving plants...and my body doesn't really feel like my own.

...] This is going to be a long night. [Not really answering the plants because that would be silly.

Is this another endless place that only ends in the mirror?]

Re: BAMBOO FOREST

[inruination]

Why do the vines care who I am?

DINING CAR

[solo_insanity]

[The floor almost moves out from under you as you enter. Or at least, it feels that way. Looking outside at the windows you see scenery flying by. You’re … moving? There are bench chairs to lounge about if you feel the need.

There is a pedestal in the center of the room with a deck of cards on it. Before that is a rectangular slot with a placard that says ‘ante’.

On the far side of the room is a door. Behind you the mirror you just walker through.]

Re: DINING CAR

[luxuresombre]

[THIS IS DISORIENTING]

[Pausing for a minute to look confused and then going over to examine the deck.]

[inruination]

[Sits down on one of the chairs to watch the scenery. Nervously.]

[plan will be formed in a minute no worries]

KAMELOT MANSION

[solo_insanity]

[One abode of Cyril Kamelot or at least the main ballroom. The floor is so clean you could eat off it. Are you surprised. There are three curtains in each of the cardinal directions except south. South looks like it goes out to some sort of gardens.]

[inruination]

[Owwwww. Stumbling a bit. After a moment, he chooses to go south.]

ISLAND ON THE LAKE

[solo_insanity]

[The bamboo forest opens to a clearing, and before you spans a lake. It isn’t incredibly large reaching about two hundred meters across. The lighting is dark and spotty as it is filtered through the tree canopy above. The lake is covered with a thin sheet of an ice like substance.

In the center of the lake is a small, wooden cabin.]

[luxuresombre]

[...Testing the 'ice' with a step or two.]

GARDEN

[solo_insanity]

[You open up the doors to a large hedges over fourteen feet tall from one side of the gardens to the other. There is an opening in the hedges about six feet wide.]

[inruination]

[Going through the opening in the hedges.

CABIN

[solo_insanity]

[As you open the door little cogs, gears and little wires trickle out. The entire floor is covered in them about two inches thick. The sounds of ticking and tocking assaults you next. Clocks cover the walls and there is a stack of them on top of the various mechanical parts that spilled out at your feet. On top of the clocks strewn on the floor is a chair. It has a high back with a cross on it along with one clock resting across the arms.]

[luxuresombre]

[Picking up the clock resting on the chair arms.]

GRAVEYARD

[solo_insanity]

You wake up in a very tight space lying down. The thick smell of earth surrounds you and all you can see is dirt, dirt, dirt until, no maybe that is sky above?

Re: GRAVEYARD

[servingthecrown]

[ Punching mustache is high on the list, and leaving the order, but not so much on the circus. Getting even with the Vatican, is probably foremost. For things real and imagine...oh, but hey, that dreams over...

No, no, not even waiting before scrambling to get up and out of the cramped space.]