The Room of Lost Things
:: Having managed to steer clear of the recent Katamari disaster, he decides to kill a little time and find a few cleaning supplies. After checking a few of the least deadly-looking doors, he finds one which appears to be a closet. It's a relatively small storage room which is crammed full of things that seem to have no organizational principle, other than they're all junk: tubes of lipstick, pens, a few cellular phones (all with the batteries dead), a small mountain of house keys, a much larger mountain of mismatched socks... Junk that tends to be easily lost. ::
:: He is about to leave when he sees, on a random shelf, a small fishbowl containing a red-and-white speckled goldfish. It would be ordinary enough, but he hasn't seen this particular goldfish for about twenty-two years. ::
*taps glass, very lightly* ...Kimi?
Well. I suppose now I need to find some fish food.
((Another magical mansion room! Those who poke around the closet will find a small, random trinket from their pasts that perhaps they've forgotten. Maybe not anything particularly useful, but, hey, in the Mansion, “not particularly useful” is almost a welcome break from “unpredictable and dangerous,” eh?))
:: He is about to leave when he sees, on a random shelf, a small fishbowl containing a red-and-white speckled goldfish. It would be ordinary enough, but he hasn't seen this particular goldfish for about twenty-two years. ::
*taps glass, very lightly* ...Kimi?
Well. I suppose now I need to find some fish food.
((Another magical mansion room! Those who poke around the closet will find a small, random trinket from their pasts that perhaps they've forgotten. Maybe not anything particularly useful, but, hey, in the Mansion, “not particularly useful” is almost a welcome break from “unpredictable and dangerous,” eh?))