[the door has been left partway open! harrow's room is bad. it is like the darkest, gothest, most uncomfortable monastery you’ve ever seen, with a very dark and witchy vibe but also not comfortable or nice at all. it's lit only by candles and the only decoration is bones. there’s a fairly large bed with a dark veil all around it, it looks dramatic but it’s not very soft. the decor of the bed is bone themed as well. there’s an old fashioned wood writing desk with some paper, pens, and books, weirdly a couple titty mags. in the corner there’s a little chair (bone themed) for reading in, and a fairly small closet that contains a lot of black outfits and a little station for doing face paint.
other than that there’s just a lot of skeletons all around? some complete skeletons, some bone fragments or broken skeletons, some skeletons just hanging from the ceiling. other skeletons just in a pile on the floor.
she's lying on the bed! it is a rare instance where she does not have face paint on except for sort of a vague smear of blood in the usual shapes of the dark part of her paint.]
[ she is so dedicated to her aesthetic. he takes a quick glance around, pretends he doesn't see her playboy magazines, and hurries over to her side in bed. ]
...I am glad you're resting. I take it you've been healed?
That is a relief to hear. [ she doesn't seem the type to walk off stoically without accepting treatment, but you never know. ] Are you feeling all right, otherwise?
[ he'd suffered something similar and was a maniac, so he's impressed. ]
But I am glad you are not suffering overmuch. Would it be all right if I asked you what happened? [ it's a genuine question, she doesn't have to talk about it if she doesn't want to. ]
I am right now. You know that I am accustomed to reality coming and going.
[so it's fine.]
You may. We were brought to other worlds, where we felt we fully belonged, but they gradually were revealed to be nothing more than a show. The first place I was in was a place with...horses and hats and saloons? [it was a cowboy world.] Someone dear to me appeared and tried to convince me to leave with her, but I refused her, and she died.
And then next I was in a world where Hua Cheng and I were siblings, and we were hunters of demons and monsters. We came across Estelle, for some reason, who had been murdered by a particular monster, a woman in white. We went to the house where she'd been slain and found mirrors which we looked into and were shown people we knew in this reality, people we missed. While we were transfixed by the mirrors, the woman in white attacked us and drained us. At that moment, Jason and Yuri appeared and reminded us that the circumstances we were in were not real. As soon as we recalled this, we could see an audience of rotting skeletons watching us, and an announcer narrating the story. We also found a script showing that they would try to get ten more seasons of plot out of us, and mentioning the woman in white was a character in season one. The script said that in order to leave, we needed to end the story.
We began acting in a manner that the audience would not like, and the woman in white appeared driving our car and struck us with it. We managed to distract her while she became very angry with us for driving the audience away, and Jason stole the car and ran her over, and then drove us back here.
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[the door has been left partway open! harrow's room is bad. it is like the darkest, gothest, most uncomfortable monastery you’ve ever seen, with a very dark and witchy vibe but also not comfortable or nice at all. it's lit only by candles and the only decoration is bones. there’s a fairly large bed with a dark veil all around it, it looks dramatic but it’s not very soft. the decor of the bed is bone themed as well. there’s an old fashioned wood writing desk with some paper, pens, and books, weirdly a couple titty mags. in the corner there’s a little chair (bone themed) for reading in, and a fairly small closet that contains a lot of black outfits and a little station for doing face paint.
other than that there’s just a lot of skeletons all around? some complete skeletons, some bone fragments or broken skeletons, some skeletons just hanging from the ceiling. other skeletons just in a pile on the floor.
she's lying on the bed! it is a rare instance where she does not have face paint on except for sort of a vague smear of blood in the usual shapes of the dark part of her paint.]
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...I am glad you're resting. I take it you've been healed?
[ fretting ]
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I've been healed, yes.
[she'll sit up slightly.]
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That is a relief to hear. [ she doesn't seem the type to walk off stoically without accepting treatment, but you never know. ] Are you feeling all right, otherwise?
[ what's your trauma level at, friend ]
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I'm disoriented. Things come and go, what I believe is real comes and goes, but other than that, I think I'm alright.
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[ he'd suffered something similar and was a maniac, so he's impressed. ]
But I am glad you are not suffering overmuch. Would it be all right if I asked you what happened? [ it's a genuine question, she doesn't have to talk about it if she doesn't want to. ]
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[so it's fine.]
You may. We were brought to other worlds, where we felt we fully belonged, but they gradually were revealed to be nothing more than a show. The first place I was in was a place with...horses and hats and saloons? [it was a cowboy world.] Someone dear to me appeared and tried to convince me to leave with her, but I refused her, and she died.
And then next I was in a world where Hua Cheng and I were siblings, and we were hunters of demons and monsters. We came across Estelle, for some reason, who had been murdered by a particular monster, a woman in white. We went to the house where she'd been slain and found mirrors which we looked into and were shown people we knew in this reality, people we missed. While we were transfixed by the mirrors, the woman in white attacked us and drained us. At that moment, Jason and Yuri appeared and reminded us that the circumstances we were in were not real. As soon as we recalled this, we could see an audience of rotting skeletons watching us, and an announcer narrating the story. We also found a script showing that they would try to get ten more seasons of plot out of us, and mentioning the woman in white was a character in season one. The script said that in order to leave, we needed to end the story.
We began acting in a manner that the audience would not like, and the woman in white appeared driving our car and struck us with it. We managed to distract her while she became very angry with us for driving the audience away, and Jason stole the car and ran her over, and then drove us back here.