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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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[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.]

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[~~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.

I can't see how that makes sense.

Knowing may or may not change my situation. I can't think of any way telling me would change yours.

[He wasn't really serious about asking where he was before; it's all the Dressing Room, as far as he's concerned. Now, though, all the secrecy makes him want to knooow.]

[Yes, he knows. He also knows your curiosity and how it gets the better of you.]

Come here.

I'm sure you can tell me if I stay here. There's this trick to speaking, you see, where other people hear what you're saying even with a moderate amount of space between you and them.

I'm not going to rip your liver and use it for fertilizer if that is what you are worried about.

[Tapping his forehead with a lack of markings.]

Of course not. You might rip it out, but I can't see what you'd need fertilizer for.

[He approaches cautiously, although he tries to seem blasé about it.]

[Motioning for him to sit next to him.]

[He takes a seat, although he doesn't quite settle.]

Well?

What is it that you are nervous about?

I'm not nervous. I'm just prepared. I've come across enough odd things, lately, for that.