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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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[solo_insanity]

The mirror is not quite the right direction you came in. You came from that direction that seems the opposite of the door you are checking.

Which is locked.

[case_card]

[He's convinced he came through the mirror, at least. (The things living in the Dressing Room does to one's logic.) He wants through the door, and he almost prepares to try to phase through... but he doesn't want another headache. Instead, he tries to call up a couple butterflies to chew their way through the door -- specifically, around the knob, so that (if it worked) he could push the door without bothering with the lock.]

[solo_insanity]

Um. That will work. In a couple hours judging by their rate.

Going to wait that long?

[casexcard]

[He's not quite that patient, no. He dismisses his butterflies and tries a more old-fashioned method of door opening: kicking it down.]

[solo_insanity]

First two tries definitely start knocking it loose.

Last one will knock it down