They would not let me forget.

[prpl_assistant]

Characters: Miss Pauling and you.
When: Anytime during the event.
Where: Dreams can be nightmares too
Rating: PG-13 for blood
Summary: A broken vase, even when fixed, will always have the cracks.

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[meettheknife]

Spy is probably the only one who is enthralled about this dreamscape mess. Personally, he's finding it fun to visit people's minds and a challenge to figure out their indentities from the hints left. It keeps his skills sharp, that's for sure.

He perks up at the sound of chattering and socialising and cloaks before opening the door that appears to be hiding the source of the noise.

No Spy, no!

[prpl_assistant]

There's no one there, the room is empty. Perhaps he should try the next room, the sound seems to be coming from there instead...

...except that opening the door will reveal yet another empty room and yet again the party chatter will appear to be coming from the next room. This will repeat ad infinitum.

[meettheknife]

This is both thrilling and confusing at the same time. He uncloaks and dusts off his jacket, looking about the third seemingly empty room in confusion.

Instead of tracking, he's going to look about the room for clues. This means looking for personal belongings or photos.

[prpl_assistant]

There are no photos for him to look at. There are only elaborate furniture and ornaments that seem to have a rather Asian flavour to them.

[meettheknife]

He's noting the look of the room, he's travelled enough to be able to indentify such thing. Instead of proceeding forward, he attempts to trace his steps backward.

[prpl_assistant]

Going back through the door will loop him back into the same room. It seems the only way forward is, well, forward.

[meettheknife]

How irritating. He's getting bored of this, so he's running through the rooms, looking about for some signs of interesting happenings.

[prpl_assistant]

The moment he steps through the door, he should hear in the background something like a very soft buzzing. Going through more rooms will result in that buzzing getting louder and louder, revealing that they are in fact whispers. However, the whispers sound spiteful and malicious.

After a few rooms of this, the RED Spy will notice that the rooms are getting more and more heavily cluttered.

[meettheknife]

When he first hears the buzzing, he prays it isn't bees. Or wasps. Or insects of any variety. He's relieved when he hears that it's whispering, though the tone is certainly off-putting.

He pauses and looks about the cluttered room, trying to hear exactly what it is the voices are saying.

[prpl_assistant]

He can't exactly hear what they're saying. They're more of a steady stream of mutterings than any distinct word.

However, he'll suddenly hear a young, girlish giggle coming from the next room. Should he go through the door, he'll see a flash of purple cloth slipping through the next door.

[meettheknife]

He hears that, and he sees that! He sprints after the flash, almost barreling into the next room as he looks about for the source of the giggle.

[prpl_assistant]

It might not be a good idea to come charging in like that Spy. Especially because there's a high chance you'll knock over that ornament that came out of nowhere. Should the Spy do as such, there will be an ear-piercing, long shriek that will sweep through the room. Ringing with anger and a tinge of smugness, the shouter seems both furious that the fancy piece of decoration is broken, and strangely pleased that it was the Spy who tipped it over.

When the sounds eventually subsides, he'll find that the whispers have become louder, and this time their taunting jibes are more prevalent than before.