Katou Yue | 加藤故 (
autorejoin) wrote2014-05-01 05:50 pm
((Unscored Heart Game Run))
You’re falling, falling….
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When you finally land, you’ll find that your footing isn’t quite steady. It’s like the ground is moving around you….
Oh, wait. It is.
Everywhere you look, there are thick cable wires, writhing around restlessly. Draped along the walls, hanging from the ceiling, skimming along the ground (is that one trying to crawl onto your foot?)... There are four doors. One is made of a rough wood and painted turquoise. One has a movie-style marquee above it (but no movie listings), and the doors themselves are a set of glass double doors you can’t see through. Another is a door made of black marble, with a silver knob. The last one is is made of pure gold.
Leaning against one of the writhing walls, seemingly unaffected by the cables, is a figure in a turquoise cloak.
The first move is yours.
((OOC: Start off over here, please!))

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The Meadow
“Stay a while,” she whispers with a giggle. “Forget all of your problems.” And then she darts away, back to her game.
A feeling of peace and belonging descends on you. Yes, you should forget. Forget that you can't quite make out the lyrics of the song the sunflowers are singing. Forget that the fairy's smile was strangely wide. Forget that the unicorn's eyes are blank.
Who cares about such trivial things, anyway? Surely it would be so easy to give in. Surely...
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