[ Upstairs, you open a door that looks like it should lead to a bedroom, and behind it is an entire apartment. ]
[ —Or perhaps more like the concept of an apartment. Nearly everything is completely white, like a video game whose textures haven't loaded. Everything's soft and vague and dreamlike, and every time you look at a piece of furniture it's slightly different than a moment before, or in a slightly different place, or perhaps missing altogether, as if the room hasn’t fully decided what it’s doing with itself yet. ]
[ In this great expanse of white are a few gleaming spots of color around the room, which always stay the same no matter how many times you look: on the table, there are some notes and a pen. There are also several framed photographs on the walls. ]
[There are a lot of photos on the wall, but they seem to be printed in shades of white. The people in them seem different every time you look, like this room isn't quite sure what these pictures should contain. Sometimes they're pictures of unitmates, or random people in Imeeji. Sometimes they're scenes of Liar Hell, or places that might be Earth, or places that are definitely not Earth.]
[Among these are a handful of framed photos that are in full, vivid color. They're of Cobalt and Thorn (mostly Thorn) looking happy, doing stuff like having burgers at the diner or taking a walk through the snow. In one photo they're dressed up in fancy clothes, kissing each other in front of a giant buddha, rings shining on their fingers. Unlike everything else in the room, these pictures don't change no matter how many times you look at them.]
Tell Lumen I love him Marry Lumen Tell my unitmates I love them Tell my friends I love them Find out what happened to Eos Find my family Tell my family I love them Regain my memory Escape Imeeji with Lumen Start a new life
On another piece of paper:
Hell option Pros: - I can travel anywhere I want, maybe find a new home - I can look for my family - I can try to find a way to improve living conditions in Imeeji and other programs; more ability to influence things from the outside? - Demon powers? - Better able to work toward overthrowing Hell? - Can come back to visit friends in Imeeji - Can visit friends who have been transferred - I get a wish? What do I wish for? Cons: - Work for Asmodeus - Forever - Anubis would be disappointed in me
Heaven option Pros: - Don’t work for Asmodeus OR Pythia Cons: - Can’t return to Eos, so where do I go? - Possibility of getting pulled back into Imeeji - Can’t look for my family - Can’t return to visit friends
Defeat Hell Pros: - Liberate everyone Cons: - How? - Are we responsible for this now? gross
and immediately goes back to the notebook and the empty page she'd written on, sitting down and picking up the pen again, hesitant and uncomfortable. and it takes a long time, but she manages to write:
i dont know if i can feel love when i felt that before i didnt know what to do it isnt normal for me i think? i know this doesnt make any sense im sorry writing is hard
its gugood you can feel that way i dont know how you do it or if you feel that way for reel or if its like caring about a kid or a unitmat i dont know
anyway
[ a bunch of dots and smudges; she taps the pen a handful of times and smears the ink with her finger when she starts and stops writing, frustrated and embarrassed, but. ]
i think if i were able to love or learn how maybe you you c i maybee i coodcould try loving you
[ this she stares at for a long time, completely red faced.
and then adds at the bottom, as if to sooth herself from too much honest sincerity: ]
[Is it just you, or is the room slightly warmer? Who knows what that means.]
[It's hard to put your finger on it, but you get the feeling that the message has been received somehow. You take a deep breath and feel +1 get added to your max HP (for all the good that does you now. I guess it just feels nice. Healthy, even.)]
[As he says that, out of the corner of your eye you can see a hallway with other doors that wasn't there before. It's as if the room is trying it out to see how it feels.]
[He wanders over to a couch that currently exists and makes himself comfortable at one end, gesturing a suggestion of an invitation in case Thorn would like to join.]
If you got offered a chance to graduate, what do you think you might choose?
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[ Upstairs, you open a door that looks like it should lead to a bedroom, and behind it is an entire apartment. ]
[ —Or perhaps more like the concept of an apartment. Nearly everything is completely white, like a video game whose textures haven't loaded. Everything's soft and vague and dreamlike, and every time you look at a piece of furniture it's slightly different than a moment before, or in a slightly different place, or perhaps missing altogether, as if the room hasn’t fully decided what it’s doing with itself yet. ]
[ In this great expanse of white are a few gleaming spots of color around the room, which always stay the same no matter how many times you look: on the table, there are some notes and a pen. There are also several framed photographs on the walls. ]
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... going to look at the photos, first ]
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[Among these are a handful of framed photos that are in full, vivid color. They're of Cobalt and Thorn (mostly Thorn) looking happy, doing stuff like having burgers at the diner or taking a walk through the snow. In one photo they're dressed up in fancy clothes, kissing each other in front of a giant buddha, rings shining on their fingers. Unlike everything else in the room, these pictures don't change no matter how many times you look at them.]
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heads over to the notes, after considering the pictures for a bit. ]
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One one piece of paper:
On another piece of paper:
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... but all of these are extremely reasonable...
hesitates before picking up the pen and writing on an empty paper in her messy letters:
good luck
before putting it down and heading out again. ]
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[Where to next?]
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and immediately goes back to the notebook and the empty page she'd written on, sitting down and picking up the pen again, hesitant and uncomfortable. and it takes a long time, but she manages to write:
i dont know if i can feel love
when i felt that before i didnt know what to do
it isnt normal for me
i think?
i know this doesnt make any sense im sorry writing is hard
its
gugood you can feel that way i dont know how you do itor if you feel that way for reel
or if its like caring about a kid or a unitmat i dont know
anyway
[ a bunch of dots and smudges; she taps the pen a handful of times and smears the ink with her finger when she starts and stops writing, frustrated and embarrassed, but. ]
i think if i were able to love
or learn how
ma
ybe youmaybee iyou c
i
coodcould try loving you[ this she stares at for a long time, completely red faced.
and then adds at the bottom, as if to sooth herself from too much honest sincerity: ]
im always down to fuck if u want tho
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[Is it just you, or is the room slightly warmer? Who knows what that means.]
[It's hard to put your finger on it, but you get the feeling that the message has been received somehow. You take a deep breath and feel +1 get added to your max HP (for all the good that does you now. I guess it just feels nice. Healthy, even.)]
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Is this...?
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[He walks a little farther in, leaning against the kitchen counter.]
It's not — or, it's not our old one, at least. Although that's here too, if you want to go visit it later.
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[As he says that, out of the corner of your eye you can see a hallway with other doors that wasn't there before. It's as if the room is trying it out to see how it feels.]
I'm not really sure yet.
It's all very mysterious at this point, isn't it.
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Do you come here a lot?
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As you can see, I haven't gotten very far with it yet, but sometimes it's fun to spend some time here, trying things on.
Do you ever think about it?
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On how this place ends up.
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Somewhere it's not night all the time.
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[He wanders over to a couch that currently exists and makes himself comfortable at one end, gesturing a suggestion of an invitation in case Thorn would like to join.]
If you got offered a chance to graduate, what do you think you might choose?
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