Welcome To Your Happy Place!

[aestuo_erit]

[ in this neutral hallway, there are doors! Lots of doors! But only one door has your name on it. Worried about it being one of your clone's doors? That's okay, this door just feels like it's yours!

Open the door- what you find inside is beyond your wildest fantasies! ]

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[meanxsprout]

[Behind his door, you'll find an empty railway station surrounded by seemingly endless green fields, the ground still damp from a recent rain. It isn't any specific station, although it does very vaguely resemble the old one in Keswick.]

[It's completely deserted, save for Allen seated on a bench not too far off, knees drawn up to his chest. He's watching the tracks with an unreadable expression.]

[2ndhandboots]

[Stands behind him, placing on hand on the back of the bench absently as she watches the empty tracks]

Waiting for something?

[mean_sprout]

[He turns to look back at her, quiet for a second, then he shrugs and looks back at the tracks.]

No. Nothing's going to come.

[2ndhandboots]

Then why are you still here?

[mean_sprout]

[Doesn't... feel like answering that, so he just frowns and shrugs again.]

...Why are you here?

[2ndhandboots]

I was going to wait for the train, but you said it wasn't coming.

[Moves to the left side of the bench and takes a seat, folding her hands in her lap]

[meansprout]

The Dressing Room isn't going to send a train.

[Watches her take a seat, one eyebrow raised.] ...So why are you still here?

[2ndhandboots]

The greenery is nice. And a change from the labyrinth of rooms and hallways.

[Turns to look at him, raising an eyebrow of her own] Unless you would prefer some solitude.

[mean_sprout]

Hn. There's plenty of greenery in the courtyards.

[Looks away with a noncommittal gesture, not answering.]

[2ndhandboots]

They're manicured. Not natural.

[Tucks her legs under her so she's sitting Indian style and closing her eyes. Yes, the wide open greenery was much nicer.]

[mean_sprout]

This isn't natural, either. Everything here is fake.

[2ndhandboots]

What do you mean?

[meansprout]

I mean it's not real. The Dressing Room just made up some fake railway station, and stuck it behind a door with my name on it. There's no way this place could physically exist behind that door.

[2ndhandboots]

No, I suppose not. But regardless, it did make it for you.

[meansprout]

To piss me off. I hate this place. [He crosses his arms and slumps in his seat.]

[2ndhandboots]

[Small smirk at that. Oh, he says the things that she wants to say, but has learned to hold her tongue about.

Stands up abruptly and gestures to the doorway]

Then let's not be its pawns.