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[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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[He braces himself until he gets his balance steady enough for a moving train car, then looks around.]

Well, well. Where did all this come from?

[He takes a look at the mirror, first.]

It looks very green on the other side from what can be seen through the distortion. It is like trying to look through a window on a dark night when the lights are on inside.

It's not a very useful mirror, is it? It's a bit -- off.

[Not as though there's anyone around to disagree, unless they are invisible and very quiet.]

[He walks toward the pedestal, wanting to investigate that next.]

There is still an ante box.

Poor lonely, ante box.

[Poor box, so cruelly left alone.]

[On a whim, he rummages around his coat pockets for something he can slip into the box.]

What exactly are you putting in the box? It does make a difference.

[He sometimes finds odd things in his pockets -- well, not too odd, but he won't necessarily remember having picked them up. In this case, he'd like to put money, but he's only got a button that matches his coat and half a deck of cards.]

[He slips in the button and a King of Spades.]

A sense of calmness washes over you. Hard to say if it is useful or not, but that is what happens.

[It's not until that calmness rolls over him like a wave that he realizes he'd tensed up a lot, trying to fend off that tightness in his skin; enough of that tension washes away so quickly that he needs to sit down on a bench chair for a few seconds.]

[While he's sitting, he'll take a brief look out the window.]

It is pretty. Some rural area in Europe. Very green and vibrant to a point it is more than it should be.

[It's nice. He lets his calmness fade away as he watches the too-vibrant landscape speed by, until his curiosity perks up again.]

[Time to investigate that door.]

It is unlocked.

[He opens it, then, and goes through.]

Away you go

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