mind_blown | THE LOST DAYS... Round 1.

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THE LOST DAYS... Round 1.

It's all darkness.

The feeling of nothingness, of being nothing. Of not existing. You have no thoughts, you will never have any thoughts again. While that fact is not comforting, because you cannot be comforted anymore, it is true.

There's a certain rest to being... nothing. And to both knowing and not knowing, that your time is done.

So it's all the more unfortunate when you feel, because you shouldn't feel. And the feeling is burning in your lungs, which you shouldn't have. Because you are- or were- nothing.

And then, you inhale a desperate gasp of air and open your eyes...

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There isn't a place that it seems like they're coming from in here, but they definitely seem to get more intense the further she walks down the hallway.

It's subtle at first, but there is definitely more there. And as she walks further, she knows she's correct.

But, they become impossible to ignore, and one, without her knowing, latches to her. She becomes gripped with the feeling, of being one with the void. That it is there, and that she doesn't need to move forward. It's so comforting and innate.

Does she even know what she's doing? Why is she doing it?

Based on how Shrike would get out, Roll tough, or roll weird.

[ well-- she'll keep going, but pause when she notices shrike has slowed to turn and look. ]

Shrike--?

[ she's still for a second, and then—

2d6+tough = 11

turns, with precise force to tear the vines from her limbs, and shakes it off, frowning. ]

They're coming from this way, I think.

[ mmm...

continuing down the hallway once she's free, then, carefully avoiding any vines she can see. ]

As the vines fall, they peel her skin with them, leaving a bloody trail behind. Shrike, take one harm.

But as soon as they land, they curl up and wither away, dead from the lack of fertile soil.

[ ouch—she winces, a little, but it's a restrained reaction, and she tugs down her jacket. ]

I wonder—

...there was a game, once, where we all had two flowers, and we had to decide which ones to burn, but it would hurt anyone who had them—I think based on the meanings given, Nero and I thought Jason might have gorse and aconite.

[ winces a bit at the injury, but-- well, what can she do about it?

but she looks at the flowers, frowning. ]

I've heard of it, but I don't know much about it. And I don't know enough about flowers to know, either.

Aconite for... I think it was rage?

...I'm going to see if I can figure out where these come from, at least, but it seems like it might be dangerous...

...everything's fading like when—when someone goes grey, in Tokyo-F.

Rage tracks.

... may as well keep going, then.

You exit FiN and somehow, find yourself outside in the space between the Hotel and the Game Tower. Which. Okay? Sure? But the flowers you saw before are encroaching over both buildings. It's hard to get a read of where the source is.

Which direction do you choose?

...what do you think?

I suppose—there's probably a lot to be angry at, in the game tower. We could also start just... cutting the vines? As a temporary measure?

[ she hasn't actually stopped walking, pausing only briefly to investigate some of the vines before continuing on, to where they seem to converge in larger clumps. ]

If you think it would help, cut what you like-- but for an infestation it's always better to cut it off at the source.

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