fujimaru | Palace Game 6/3

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

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.

[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.

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.

[he does indeed put it down! and since a feeling feels less invasive than a memory, he's going to carefully pick up the pieces of the bingo card next, trying to put them together.]

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It looks like what happened is that it was ripped into quarters, and then two of those quarters were ripped into further pieces. It's going to take a bit to piece it all together, though if he is patient, he will get her bingo card.

[after a moment, carefully, he reaches out to touch the hug space.]

What he gets from it--from the card as a whole, really--is a sense of unease and confusion, but also a sense of desire: the half-feral cat, lurking at the edges of a crowd, who wants desperately to have these nice comforting things, and yet is too wild and wary to entirely accept it. Knowing that this is foolish does not actually make it any easier to make yourself take what appears to be offered to you.

...People care about you, Ritsuka. It's okay to let them. You're worth everything they offer to you.

There is still no answer, but the room does seem a little warmer, in a pleasant sort of way.

[he smiles, and then he'll reach out towards the sun tarot card.]

The Sun card, upon contact, gives him the memory that is detailed here, minus all the game chatter going on around it. It's a warm feeling, and a lot less with the edges of uncertainty that have accompanied the other game-related pieces.

...He seems like a good friend.

[after a moment:]

I hope you've gotten to experience more of the world since then. There's a lot of wonderful things out there, and wonderful people to meet.

There is no response, though the card is gently warm in his hand; it feels like sticking one's arm into a sunbeam to soak up some of its warmth on a pleasant day.

You're a good person, Ritsuka.

[and with that, he'll reach out to pick up the... mass of tentacles.]

He can try, at least.

Unlike everything else in the room, though, when he reaches for it, it actually responds, smacking at his hand like an annoyed cat.

Oh - sorry, sorry! I didn't realize you were, uh, sentient. Do I need to ask permission? [...] Can I pick you up? I promise I'll be careful.

It coils in a tighter ball at his request. For something that has no face (despite its many, many eyes), it appears to be extremely grouchy.

Okay, okay, sorry. I don't want to force you. But... just know that I'm not trying to hurt you, and if I can, I'd like to help you.

[he glances around at the room at that, seeing anything if there's anything else immediately noticeable to check out (including a door).]

There does not appear to be; it's just all carefully controlled chaos. Perhaps the most notable thing to him would be that there are multiple items with team colors on them. The rest are a whole variety of random and varied knickknacks.

[first off, then, he'll look for items with cerberus colors to gather them up. if possible, he'll sort each color into a separated pile.]

There's at least one for every team in Reverie for him to find, including a full ten for Cerberus:

A leggy hound dog, with a Saber symbol tied to its neck.

A puppy with little deer antlers with a Caster symbol on its collar.

A disgruntled-looking fat rabbit with a blindfold, with an Archer symbol printed on the blindfold.

A dragon curled around a full moon, which has a Rider symbol etched among the craters.

A slim-bladed sword, with a Saber symbol etched into the hilt.

A sleek dark-furred cat with a Lancer symbol under her paw.

A dragon with a scroll in one clawed paw, a Ruler symbol printed on the unfurled paper.

A model of the planet Saturn, with a Crobat perched on top of it and a Toxicroak seated beside it. The Crobat has a Caster symbol in one claw.

A fluffy round dragon, not unlike a Squishable, with a Rider symbol in her teeth.

A mutt dog with a large red heart in its mouth, with the Lancer symbol on it.

If he's looking for any other specific teams, there are less of those, but equally varied.

[he gives the array a smile, reaching out to give a little pat to the dragon around the moon and planetary model before, curious, he looks around for anything with kraken colors on it.]

There are four for Kraken! Like the Cerberus pieces, they're scattered around, though that bright sea green is probably easier to spot than the warm purple.

A bubble tea charm, with the Archer symbol on one of the little boba.

A figurine of a phoenix in flight, wings open, with a Lancer symbol hidden in the flames.

An uncustomized ball-jointed doll, on a display stand, with a handful of different outfits in its arms. The Assassin symbol is stitched onto one of the outfits.

A little jar of fireflies, with the Caster symbol carved into the lid.

[carefully, he reaches out to touch the jar of fireflies.]

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