AForestDark— Aspects Game

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Ends on 08/18/2016 at 10pm PST.

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Content warning references to child abuse and drug abuse. Will put more warnings up if they come up.

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Re: 002.

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[ look ofc I'm gonna go for the wood one ]

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[ You've entered a living room! The floor is made of hardwood, and there's a nice couch and loveseat, with a small coffee table sitting in front of a TV that— if you are familiar with modern Earth technology— appears to be straight out of the late 90s. On top of the coffee table is a small family picture sitting in a frame. ]

( the goal of this room is "engagement" scores are based on how much you engage with the room and NPC(s) )

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[ this was the wrong door.

he. probably already knows what the picture is, so. tries turning on the television. ]

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[ The TV flickers on and it's the news— it seems that a group of delinquents robbed a convenience store recently. Only cigarettes and booze were stolen, but the group is unidentified and still at large. ]

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[ Yue... at least steal something meaningful

he leaves it playing in the background as he scans the rest of the room, scanning it for Essentially Anything Else Noteworthy before going to pick up the pictureframe ]

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[ Hey, it meant something to him at the time. (Feeding vices counts as meaningful, right?)

As the news anchor drones on in the background, the room seems to be otherwise still. There is nothing especially noteworthy in the room itself— though if you strain to listen, you can hear the faint sounds of a music box playing in the distance.

As for the picture itself...

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[ is there a door out then? or just music from somewhere?

he just. puts it back. it's a nice photo. ]

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[ The music sounds like it's coming from one of the rooms upstairs, though there actually is a door out... ]

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[ if there are stairs then he'll go up them but otherwise I guess. the door ]

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[ There are stairs! ]

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[ UP THE STAIRS WE GO ]

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[ When you get to the top of the stairs, there's a hallway with four doors. One is clearly just a restroom, the door is even slightly open. The other three doors are closed tightly. The music is coming from the furthest door down the hallway. ]

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[ the furthest door, might as well since he was following the music ]

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[ The room is a simple but elegant one, tastefully decorated with a feminine touch. There's a window with a lovely view of the neighborhood— it's a pleasant-looking area, very higher-end middle class Japan. The source of the music seems to be an antique music box that is sitting on a desk near the window. Curiously, the music is playing even though the box is currently closed.

You don't see anyone in the room, but you can hear a young woman's voice humming along with the music from inside of a closet. ]

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[ ... opens the closet??? ]

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[ The door to the closet, as it turns out, was already partially open... but when you do open it, you see a young woman about nineteen or twenty years old. She looks like she was reaching for something at the top of the closet, but she turns around when the door opens. ] Oh! I didn't know anyone else was here...

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--Please excuse my intrusion. I was only curious... about the music.

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[ The girl smiles. ] Do you like it? It's from my music box. [ She walks out of the closet and to the box. ] It was given to me long ago, but it went missing. I finally have it back now, though. It's very important to me.

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[ ... ]

It is fortunate that it was returned to your possession.

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It was... though the circumstances... [ The girl hugs the box to her chest. Gently, because if you look carefully, you can see that it was shattered and only precariously repaired. ]

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... Would you tell me about them?

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It's not a pleasant story. [ The girl smiles sadly. ] You see, when the box went missing... It wasn't long after I'd gotten it, you see. I always suspected I knew what had happened, but I was afraid if I said anything... [ The girl coughs. ] It was my younger brother, you see. I got everything from our father and he hated me for it. I did what I could for him, and sometimes it meant pretending he didn't steal my things. [ The girl pauses to gauge Uriel's reaction so far. ]

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[ his eyes go briefly wide, but... it's not that surprising. he understands, more than he doesn't. ]

Did he return it to you in this state?

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[ The girl shakes her head. ] No... It was... I'm going to be married soon, you see. And Yuu-kun came to my window with a gift. Something wrapped up. I didn't recognize it, hadn't even thought about it in years... I didn't except his gift. I thought it was stolen... Well. I guess it had been. [ The girl looks down at the box. ] Yuu-kun got loud, agitated. "Just take it!" I tried to get him to keep it down, and I let it slip that I knew that he wasn't really our dad's child. He... he was so angry... [ The girl's breathing hitches. ] ...I'd never seen him so angry...

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[ slowly reaches out to touch her shoulder, silent comfort ]