heart and soul

[soldieronwards]

The ground falls out beneath you. You're in midair, you're surrounded by swirling clouds, and there's nowhere stable to put your feet. The space between your body and the turbulence around you feels poorly defined as well; where do you end and your surroundings begin? Is there a stable you in the first place?

But eventually--

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Comments

Re: THE LIVING QUARTERS

[precedented]

A shawl?

[ taking it off ]

Re: THE LIVING QUARTERS

[soldieronwards]

It glitters in your hands as if there are stars woven into the fabric. What fabric is it, anyway? Somehow it's unfathomably dark, and faintly cold even in this warm room. Just holding it makes everything around you seem darker and deeper and richer somehow.

Re: THE LIVING QUARTERS

[precedented]

Hmm. Should I take this . . . ?

Re: THE LIVING QUARTERS

[soldieronwards]

Feels kind of like someone you know, honestly.

Re: THE LIVING QUARTERS

[precedented]

Naha . . .

Re: THE LIVING QUARTERS

[soldieronwards]

At least it's not on the bed?

Re: THE LIVING QUARTERS

[precedented]

[ SMALL MERCIES I GUESS ]

Re: THE LIVING QUARTERS

[soldieronwards]

What now?

Re: THE LIVING QUARTERS

[precedented]

[ he holds the shawl close before placing it onto the bed. Once he leaves it there, he steps back and leaves the room ]

Re: THE LIVING QUARTERS

[soldieronwards]

Back out to the nexus of bad feelings and the other two doors, then: the ARMORY (slightly ajar) and the ENGINE ROOM (locked).

Re: THE LIVING QUARTERS

[precedented]

[ the Armory, hm? Let's pry that door open ]

Re: THE LIVING QUARTERS

[soldieronwards]

You can open it fully and step inside without trouble.