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[fuckyou_chorus]

[an indeterminate period of time ago (mainly because i am too damn lazy to look it up) your characters may have found themselves in the strangest of places - the minds of other people. There, they could learn all sorts of interesting things about their fellow detainees, such as their horrible love for disco

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[touch_sensitive]

[The room you've entered into is pitch black and ice cold. Light icy flakes fall unseen and melt upon landing on your flesh. It is the extent of your sensations. Your sense of hearing and touch begins to fade as you stand there, and everything takes on a muffled and muted tone even as the dimmest of lights begins to illuminate the area around you.

A snowy city street is finally revealed. People pass along the sidewalks, moving as if in slow motion. You can tell they are laughing and talking together, but they are utterly silent to your ears, and they maintain a wide radius of where you stand. The merry winter scene is robbed of color, and every movement you make slows to match the pull of this cold world.]

[u_jerk]

What the hell--?

[trying to turn around]

[touch_sensitive]

[The scene doesn't doesn't change much as you turn. People continue to pass by you without looking at you or speaking to you. The longer you stand there, the colder you become, and if you look down, you'll notice that the color of your body has begun to fade as well with the growing chill.]

[u_jerk]

Shit-

[finds the direction he thinks he came from before he was transported-- wherever the hell this is. heads that way]

[touch_sensitive]

[The street slides slowly beneath your feet, but there doesn't seem to be an entrance into the area, and though you continue moving, the buildings pass without distinction.]

[u_jerk]

Hey! Anybody here?

[touch_sensitive]

[There is no answer, and the words come out hollow and flat in the cold air. As you continue down the street though, you finally see a change -- one of the store fronts glows with a warm golden light.]

[u_jerk]

[.... this probably looks familiar, huh]

[touch_sensitive]

[Probably a very familiar storefront as you approach.]

[u_jerk]

... [still muttering confused curses, but he goes in]

[touch_sensitive]

[You step through the doorway and into a bright and summery Japanese garden. Birds chirp nearby and you can hear the sound of water falling into a decorative pond nearby. There is the bright sound of laughter, and across the clearing, you can see a young boy about seven chasing after a girl in a traditional kimono. She appears to be holding a kite away from him, teasing as they play in their sanctuary.]

[u_jerk]

[..... well that was unexpected]

[x_autnihil]

*JUST TAGGING IN HERE o/;

enters into that one building, blinking a bit at the sudden light and warmth.*

...Oh.

[u_jerk]

[spins around]

Who the--

...... camper?

[touch_sensitive]

[The two children look up sharply at your voice, tense and wary, before the garden collapses upon itself in a flash of blinding, golden light. When your eyes clear, you're in the fluorescence lit interior of the Green Drugstore. A train can be heard rumbling past outside.

A man stands at the counter. Even from this distance, you can easily tell something is wrong about him. His smile is pleasant, but as empty as his eyes. He straightens all stiff angular movements of his resin cast, jointed body, and though he speaks, the painted mask of his face does not move.]

Welcome. How may I help you?

[x_autnihil]

*looking around at the sudden shift, slight hand raise in acknowledgment of the storekeeper, then turns back to Rikuou. nods "yes".*

Cesare. And you?