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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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How was I supposed to know they had anything to do with you? [You know, aside from the memories obviously belonging to him.]

If you had known, would that have changed anything?

I would have left more of it alone. [Maybe. Probably. Maybe.]

... Why is your head mostly a series of rooms? Do you often have visitors here?

No. Just myself.

What did yo do?

I didn't break anything, if that's what -- ah, no, there was a bridge. That wasn't exactly my fault, though, and most of it's still standing.

[Why did it have to be you?]

[Because sticking a bull in a china shop is hilarious.]

...

[Trying to think of what else he's done. Should he mention the cord in his pocket, or the chain that fell? Maybe not.]

... I may have started a stopped clock somewhere, too.

If I'd known these things were yours, I would have left more of it alone.

Whose clock?

[And it is okay, female!Allen may have just beaten your record anyway.]

Edited 2013-01-12 06:46 (UTC)

[Haha, he might feel slightly better if he knew.]

"Allen Walker."

Interesting choice given the options.

[Shrug.] It stood out. It was by itself.

Where is the clock now?

I left it where it was, just working. Where was I going to carry a clock to?

I can put back most of the rest.

Why don't you just give the rest to me?

[He sets down the knives and the key. He's reluctant to hand over the cord; he'll keep it in his pocket, at least for now.]

I, ah, may have dropped something in the area with the bridge.

[You also have a deck of cards, my friend.

He takes the knives, but shoos away the key.]

You can keep that if you wish.

... Oh. [Dropping sounds bad.]

Are you certain? [About the key, he means. He swaps the deck of cards for the key. He'll probably leave it somewhere sometime, but why not have it for now?]

At least it's technically still here. I won't be taking it out, once I find a way out.

Quite.

[Tyki shakes his head.] Maybe I should make you go back for it.

Ah, but I can escort you out when you wish.

It fell down some kind of pit. There are limits to what I'm willing to retrieve. Ah, I did move the box the chain that fell came from; I can put the box in the right room, I suppose.

... Your head can be an unnerving place. I'll leave soon.

Box?

[This all sounds really, really bad.]

Yes, there was a small box with things in it.

Getting to the room I left it in, I may have broken a door. It's still standing, though. I didn't break it that badly.

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[Giving you that why look again.]

You realize that you are going to owe me, don't you?

Yes, well, maybe you should put up signs letting people know they are traipsing about in someone's head.

That sounds ridiculous and you know it.

Letting someone in your head is ridiculous. Not that it's the first time this has happened -- well, being in your head is -- but really. Put better locks on.