Palace Game 6/3

[fujimaru]

The Dreamer In The Grand Temple
Humanity Foundation Value: ????

What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.

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MY ROOM

[fujimaru]

The door opens to a room that full of clutter in a controlled sort of way--there's just a lot of stuff that's been carefully arranged all over the place. Please note that none of the perishable food items can be found here, and you won't find anything past the "Bunny Ears". There's more than that besides, though--this is the room of someone who has gotten into the habit of accumulating little souvenirs of varying sorts.

On a shelf over the bed, there are five isolated items: a round stuffed dokkaebi toy, a tarot card of the Sun, a figurine that looks like a mass of black tentacles studded with red eyes, a torn-up bingo card. You might see flashes of team colors scattered all around the room as well.

Seriously, though, this room looks like the setting of a hidden object game. Have fun.

[cultfavorite]

[Oh . . . this place is cute . . . his expression slips into a little smile, and he heads over to the bed first (shut up), to take a look at what's on the shelf. First he gathers up the pieces of the bingo card to try and fit them together.]

[fujimaru]

Wow, Saturn, who would have guessed you'd go there first,

The card is pretty shredded up! Or at least parts of it are; it's like someone tore it into four quarters, and then two of those quarters into smaller pieces. Maybe she got tired of doing that partway, mysteriously.

[cultfavorite]

[LISTEN.

He sits down on the bed to try and piece it together, unless it's completely impossible. It's a puzzle! He just wants to see it whole! Crobat loafs next to him on the bed, making a nest on a pillow.]

[fujimaru]

He can piece most of it together, if he's patient! It's just her bingo card in its entirety, though the more completely he puts it together, the more it brings with it a sense of confusion that teeters between unease and hope.

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[heartlands]

[he hesitates for a moment, given how it went the last time he touch something, before he goes to carefully pick up the dokkaebi.]

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[fujimaru]

When he picks it up, there's a sense of curiosity and tentative interest, the sense of leaning into something new and deciding to give it a best shot. The hesitation fades after a couple of seconds into something that is fond above anything else... but also, a lingering, faint sense of a deep, deep loneliness, heavy enough to suffocate.

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[heartlands]

[after a moment, petting the dokkaebi carefully:]

...Hey. You're not alone. There's your team, and then the rest of your friends - I'm here with you, too, and I'll be here whenever you need it even after this.

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[fujimaru]

There is no response in the feelings from the dokkaebi, but it is overall a warm and fuzzy kind of feeling. Honestly, there is a general sense of goodwill in this room as a whole, even if he puts the dokkaebi down.

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[rugpull]

Ritz....?

[sniffing around, for the girl and for familiar smells otherwise....]

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[fujimaru]

The room is where her scent is the strongest--but here also, unlike anywhere else, are more familiar scents as well. He might even notice his own in the tangle, if he's paying close enough attention.

Ritsuka herself doesn't actually appear to be here, but this is definitely where her presence is the most noticeable.

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[rugpull]

[...finding his own scent first whatzat why am i here]

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[fujimaru]

With some searching, he can find a slightly raggedy stuffed cartoony hyena. There's a symbol tied around its neck with a strip of ribbon in Bugbear's signature dark teal blue.

Picking it up is an immediate warmly fond feeling, like the sensation of a lingering hug, though the longer he holds it, the more it intensifies and clarifies: something that is warmer and fonder than might be expected, a little amused, a little rueful, but certainly sincere.

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[moonlit_knight]

[hey maybe there's a key in the clutter who knows. Starts looking through it, beginning with that shelf, these are all the games aren't they, picks up the tentacle figure with a frown]

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[fujimaru]

When they try to pick it up, actually, the tentacle fights back, slapping at their fingers like an annoyed cat.

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[moonlit_knight]

[rude! flicks the tentacles away, withdrawing their hand]

Jeez, okay already! My bad!

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[fujimaru]

As it recoils from the flick, they can see there's the flicker of something gold under the tentacle in question, but it quickly coils around the thing again. It's covered it hundreds of tiny red unblinking eyes, no mouths, but it's not hard to imagine the sound of a cat hissing.

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[truthliesinspace]

--oh shit, is this her room? Dunno if I should be here.

[IT'S RUDE TO ENTER A GIRL'S ROOM? Considers turning tail. . .before spotting the ripped up bingo card.

Puts his cleaver on his belt so he can go pick up the torn card. maybe a little snooping. as a treat.]

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[fujimaru]

A little snooping, as a treat!

The bingo card looks like it was ripped into quarters, and two of the quarters were further ripped to shreds. It's like maybe she gave up on the process halfway through.

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[truthliesinspace]

[ritsuka plz

looks over any legible pieces to see if he can tell if she completed any]

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[fujimaru]

If she did, she did not actually mark any of them off. There's just a sense of general confusion and unease, though with the pieces as shredded as they are, it's kind of a dull, distant feeling, more an impression than real sensation.

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[eudaimoniac]

[HMMM

looking at that figurine.]

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[fujimaru]

It looks right back at him.

Literally. It's covered in hundreds of bright red eyes, and when he steps closer, all those pupils swivel in his direction.

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[eudaimoniac]

Oh, good Lord.

[goes CLOSER]

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[fujimaru]

Those eyes have no lids, they cannot blink, but they are clearly tracking his movements. They're also about the only thing in this room that does not have at least some amount of positivity coming from it. (The card is a close second, but the tentacle is clearly not friendly.)