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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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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.]

[solo_insanity]

The center of clock is embellished with a rose cross. It is in perfect condition, but it isn't ticking. Turning it over will reveal the name Allen Walker engraved in it.

[luxuresombre]

[...Wha...]

[Shaking it a bit and debating whether or not to take this.]

[solo_insanity]

It is really, really light when you shake it. A clock should not be this light.

[luxuresombre]

[Well. Keeping it in hand as she wanders the cabin for a bit. If nothing else gets her attention, she'll go outside again.]

[solo_insanity]

Depends. Does she actually look at the clocks on the wall?

[inruination]

[Examining a handful of the cogs and gears 'n shit.]

[solo_insanity]

Looks like clock innards. As you touch them, you know how they would fit into a clock if you wanted to fix one.

[inruination]

[Pockets the handful and continues looking around. Any hollow clock frames that happen to coincide with that sudden new knowledge?]

[solo_insanity]

If you start opening up the clocks on the floor you will find that they are hollow.

Up for digging?

[inruination]

[Trying to fit all the parts into the clock that feels the rightest.]

[solo_insanity]

Well, guess what. In the pile of clocks you find yours. It says Tyki Mikks but somehow you knows it is yours. It is really quite quaint. A pocket watch a little worn like one that belonged to your grandfather that you held onto for a long, long time.

The gears manage to fit in it. They kinda just shrink down to size. The watch starts ticking.]

[casexcard]

[He picks up one of the little gears that spilled out of the door and pockets it absentmindedly. He spots that cross clock in the chair, but wants to take a closer look at the clocks nearest to him, first.]

[solo_insanity]

Um. I lied. That clock on the chair is now on the floor. Lulubell moved it.

The clocks nearest to you are in perfect condition of various shapes and sizes. More inspection shows that they have names written on them. However, they aren't ticking or tocking as if they were broken.

[casecard]

Must be why they haven't been put up, I suppose. [Odd, those names, though.]

[He goes to examine the cross clock on the floor, picking it up for a better look.]

[solo_insanity]

The name on this Clock is 'Allen Walker'. It also has a Rose Cross in the middle of it. It is really light though. Much lighter than it should be.

[casecard]

[He frowns at the name. Odd but thematically appropriate clocks with familiar names on them are things to be regarded with suspicion.]

[He knows nothing about clockwork aside from "seems complicated and finicky," but like any overly curious person might, he tries to open it up to have a look inside.]

[solo_insanity]

It is empty. No gears. No nothing. That might be why it isn't working.

Re: CABIN

[servingthecrown]

[Sorry, sorry, she's not meaning too...though it does tend to follow her where she goes.

Clocks...And that looks like something out of the Vatican. It's not really the clock that interesting to her, but more the chair. Though since she was just attacked on the water front, these wires are getting an evil look.

Ah, screw it. Going to get a closer look anyway.]

Re: CABIN

[solo_insanity]

It does look like something out of the Vatican doesn't it? The clock across the chair has the symbol of the Rose Cross on it and it is ticking. Otherwise, the chair just looks like an imposing chair.

Re: CABIN

[servingthecrown]

[It does, and she's still not certain where she stand on that subject.] I guess I shouldn't be surprised, there's no where you don't touch.

[Vaguely wondering what they would want in a room full of clocks.]

Re: CABIN

[solo_insanity]

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock is all the response you get.

Re: CABIN

[servingthecrown]

[Ugh, that is an annoying noise.

But why is this clock all on it's own? Not totally tempted to touch yet, since well, she's knows first hand the full extent of the Vatican's trickery.

But looking around again. She's kind of burned the bridge, so to speak, she used to get in here didn't she? Bother.]

Re: CABIN

[solo_insanity]

[Yeah. It sort of sucks to be you right now.

The clocks on the wall tick. The ones on the floor don't. But in either case they are in pristine condition. Though the ones on the floor seem ... lighter than they should be? She will also notice that each clock is engraved with a name.]