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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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If you stuff enough inside, the clock will start working.

[He stuffs bits and bobbles inside until it works. This clock-fixing business isn't nearly as difficult as it seemed!]

[Satisfied, he sets the clock in the chair. He'll leave the cabin after that.]

The clock is now ticking on the chair.

And you are back outside. You have the lake that seems covered in ice in front of you and the mirror you just walked through.

[He decides to go through the looking-glass again.]

Oh, well, that will take you somewhere new.

Did you ever get the chance to visit Tyki's wine cellar. Well, now you get the privilege. You can see the mirror you just walked through and across the room the mirror to where the ballroom should be but it seems you made a pit stop.

There is his couch, a collection of knives and stairs leading up and a door leading out.

[It's new to him, so he doesn't recognize it. Ballroom plans: halted, even though he recognizes the way to it.]

[Knives are a good thing to have when one's Innocence can't always be relied upon, aren't they? He decides to go have a look at those.]

They are the most hodge-podge collection ever. Take your pick or the whole box! But if you take the whole box you might accidentily stab yourself a few times.

[He rummages through, trying to be careful, although he still nicks himself on a blade. He grabs a couple of nice, sharp knives that should be easy to carry along, and heads for the stairs.]

You know that pink, frilly room you saw in the entrance. Well, yep, that is where you are now. Perfect little girl's room.

[It's rather... Well. If he was a young girl, he's sure he'd find it fantastic, but he's just sort of... overwhelmed by the pinkness of it.]

[He decides to take a brief look around, though. Why skip a perfectly good new space? He can always leave when he's done.]

There are candies and dolls and hot chocolate laid out and dressers and drawers and a couch.

But it is just so very, very pink.

[It's all for the best that there's nothing tempting him to steal in here. Even he'd feel a touch conflicted about stealing things from a child's room, doubts as to whether anyone lives here aside.]

[He decides to escape the Cavern of Pink and head back down the stairs. If the door leading out was not the doorway at the stop of the stairs, he'll check that out; if it was, leaving just the mirrors, he'll stroll towards what looks like the ballroom.]

Nope that doorway goes somewhere else, but it is locked.

[Ah! He remembers what to do with locked doors!]

[... But before he resorts to kicking the thing down, he first pulls out the key he'd gotten earlier to see if it matches this door.]

If you are wondering if it fits in the lock, the answer is yes.

[~~Lock, lock was what was meant. To read makes my speaking English good.~~ He unlocks the door the notably less violent way and tries to open it now.]

My english be good, too. But proud of you to use the mundane method. You wouldn't have liked the violent way anyway.

You open up to a grassy plain on a hill. On top of the hill is an old boxcar from a train. Tyki is leaning in the opening of car smoking and watching to his right.

Take a look in the distance and you'll see another Tyki with much longer hair on his back with Road sitting on him like lawn furniture. You can't hear what they are saying but they both seem pretty pleased with themselves.

When you enter, however Tyki looks up at you and is quite frankly surprised.

[He's surprised, himself, but he kind of likes being the surprising one. He gives a short wave to the nearest Tyki, then gestures to the man's cigarette.] Have another one of those on you?

[The other Tyki make eye contact, but doesn't respond. Road does the same.]

I might.

[He's reconsidering his enjoyment of being the surprising one, if it gets even Road's attention. He'd rather be places she isn't, and he was hoping Road and the Tyki nearest to her were far off enough not to mind his presence. He's keeping close to the door.]

Mm. Nevermind.

... Mind telling me where we are, though? I've gotten turned around somewhere.

Would it change your situation if you knew?

[And I forget to keep putting that everyone here is in white form. No Noah markings to be seen.]

Edited 2013-01-12 02:15 (UTC)

[~~No worries. In this particular case, it wouldn't have appreciably altered his reactions.~~]

Depends on the answer, doesn't it?

As much as I would like to, I'm not sure I can trust you with that information.

... Telling me where I am is more of a problem than me being here at all?

In this case, yes.