thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

. . .

[okay. well. is there anything interesting in the bathroom. at least]

[~~You have the strange desire to rip out the bathtub.~~ No, not really.]

[There is some make up!]

[eeeeh not super interested in the make up]

[closes the door and opens the second door on the left]

[You are here, albeit plus one bed.]

[It smells heavily of booze and has broken bottles all over. There also appears to be a mobile over the bed.]

[going to the mobile first, carefully stepping over the broken bottles]

[Sympathy. something to see, to touch, to remind her that she is still there. She's still alive. She hasn't disappeared.]

[It also have a feeling of Someone Else to it.]

[someone else. . .]

[void senses, activate! to see if that feeling of Someone Else is pingable by them]

[There is a feeling of 'Not Void' filling around.]

[But it's not a Roxy feel, so it's more likely another player.]

[hm! someone else must have done something to the mobile earlier, perhaps. . .]

[wandering away from it and checking the second right door next]

[Welcome to the observatory.]

[SWEET]

[totally checking out that telescope first]

[Somewhere, out there, you have a friend.]

[It's not much, but it's something when everything else from space has tried to kill you at some point.]

[There's a friend, there's a friend, there's a friend, the universe is not only out to get you.]

[good feelings, then]

[. . . also peers into the telescope to see if he can see anything from it. like. idk. a laboratory]

[More desperate hope feelings, but all things considered....]

[No, but he does see a pretty as fuck night sky.]

[SUPER PRETTY AS FUCK]

[he actually spends a few moments watching it, because he loves night skies. . . but then he pulls away and heads back into the hallway]

[. . .]

[IF I WERE A LABORATORY WHERE WOULD I BE. . . basement! DOES THIS HOUSE HAVE A BASEMENT]

[Why yes it does.]

[It is full of BOXES. So many fucking boxes. And shelves. And all the storage.]

[well it's not a lab but]

[OPENING THE CLOSEST BOX?]

[It's full of clothes.]

[Children's clothes, old and worn out. Some are falling apart, others are torn up or have blood on them. Some of the cleaner sets look like they've been cut with scissors.]

[. . .]

[reaches for one of the bloodstained outfits]

[You have to be strong. You have to be quick. You can't depend on them to save you, they can't take on the drones.]

[You have to be strong, you have to be quick, you have to learn if you're going to survive.]

[Fix your own wounds, fight your own battles.]

[Be quick, be strong, be tough, be smart, because you're the only one who can protect yourself.]

[. . . hm]

[takes a deep breath, and then concentrates on those blood stains on the clothing, trying to make them-- and just them-- disappear from the cloth]

[You do so, but...there is a lot of blood stained clothes. It will take a bit.]

[going to take the time to do this to ALL OF THEM, until there are nothing but clean clothes left]

[...so first question.]

[Does he go looking for all of the clothes?]

[Because that is a lifetime of bloody clothes.]

[. . . yes]

[yes he does]

[d-determined!1]

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