Twenty one red letters
Who: Nora Diniro and YOU
What: Nora's Headspace. Do you dare?
When: During the Headspace Plot.
Where: Room 901
Rating: Let's say R for language.
Notes: Nora may be around in her headspace but feel free to wander, play with the paint, read the poetry etc. I'll provide more details as needed
When you initially step into the room it looks like this. EVERYTHING is paint, from the sky to the ground and everything in between. The ground is solid, if a little slippery. If you swipe your hand through it or use a paintbrush or something you can easily paint or just smoosh the paint around as much as you want. Nothing that's painted sticks around for too long, though, it's constantly changing. The landscape alternates but mostly seems to stick to a desert theme.
If you go in far enough the paint starts to thin and eventually reveals the paper that was lying just underneath. The paper starts off white but progresses through every color imaginable except red (damn her loss). At first the paper is blank, then words start to appear. Endless lines of poetry written in black pen. If anyone stops to read them they'll see that the first ones are silly lighthearted poems but the deeper they go the darker the poetry gets, and the darker the paper gets until the black ink is invisible on black paper.
The paper stops at a wall with a single door. Through that door is an art studio. Nora is sitting in the corner painting a self portrait, though she doesn't seem entirely satisfied with how it's turning out. All around the room are paintings of the most important events and people in her life. Portraits of her parents, her friends, getting expelled from school, working in the library, getting her driver's license, a few
other events from her childhood are all scattered around. The paintings with more prominent positions, the only ones with frames on the walls other ones with the best lighting on the easels are the ones with Mark. Aportrait of him sitting on the steps at school with his book and glasses, a portrait of him as Harry in his basement, the both of them dancing shirtless in his back yard, their first kiss, them in his
mother's Jeep as he broadcast for the last time and them getting arrested. Written on the walls between the paintings are her views on
everything. Nora is an open book. She has her opinions and she doesn't give a shit who knows them or what they think about them with few exceptions. There are a few she keeps to herself. They're still written on the walls, but they're hidden beneath the paintings hung there. There are very few people she would reveal those to.
In the middle of the room, sitting on a pedestal, is a radio tuned into 92 FM.
What: Nora's Headspace. Do you dare?
When: During the Headspace Plot.
Where: Room 901
Rating: Let's say R for language.
Notes: Nora may be around in her headspace but feel free to wander, play with the paint, read the poetry etc. I'll provide more details as needed
When you initially step into the room it looks like this. EVERYTHING is paint, from the sky to the ground and everything in between. The ground is solid, if a little slippery. If you swipe your hand through it or use a paintbrush or something you can easily paint or just smoosh the paint around as much as you want. Nothing that's painted sticks around for too long, though, it's constantly changing. The landscape alternates but mostly seems to stick to a desert theme.
If you go in far enough the paint starts to thin and eventually reveals the paper that was lying just underneath. The paper starts off white but progresses through every color imaginable except red (damn her loss). At first the paper is blank, then words start to appear. Endless lines of poetry written in black pen. If anyone stops to read them they'll see that the first ones are silly lighthearted poems but the deeper they go the darker the poetry gets, and the darker the paper gets until the black ink is invisible on black paper.
The paper stops at a wall with a single door. Through that door is an art studio. Nora is sitting in the corner painting a self portrait, though she doesn't seem entirely satisfied with how it's turning out. All around the room are paintings of the most important events and people in her life. Portraits of her parents, her friends, getting expelled from school, working in the library, getting her driver's license, a few
other events from her childhood are all scattered around. The paintings with more prominent positions, the only ones with frames on the walls other ones with the best lighting on the easels are the ones with Mark. Aportrait of him sitting on the steps at school with his book and glasses, a portrait of him as Harry in his basement, the both of them dancing shirtless in his back yard, their first kiss, them in his
mother's Jeep as he broadcast for the last time and them getting arrested. Written on the walls between the paintings are her views on
everything. Nora is an open book. She has her opinions and she doesn't give a shit who knows them or what they think about them with few exceptions. There are a few she keeps to herself. They're still written on the walls, but they're hidden beneath the paintings hung there. There are very few people she would reveal those to.
In the middle of the room, sitting on a pedestal, is a radio tuned into 92 FM.