SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE. ADVENTURES!

[adharma]

[ DAY 52. ]

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[adharma]

[ Is frigid. The closer you stand to it the colder you feel. If you stand too close you can see your breath. If you touch it, frost will start forming on your fingertips. ]

[steampunked]

[does not touch. Turns, instead, to look at the do not go there wall, seeing if she can sense anything else from it.]

[adharma]

[ The bricks seem to be emanating some kind of heat. The longer you look at the wall, the more disgusted you feel. That wall is disgusting. Something about it makes you want to scratch all your skin off or gouge out your eyes. Maybe you should look away. ]

[steampunked]

[MAYBE I SHOULD. Let's see. Hot wall, cold wall, picture wall, windows.

Time to blow this popsicle stand!! ... somehow. Going over to have a look at the hook, checking the floor for anything useful like rope or a brick as she does so.]

[adharma]

[ nothing useful at all! ]

[steampunked]

[hmmmmm. Come to think of it, brushing the debris back with her feet, trying to see the actual floor beneath.]

[adharma]

[ dusty and worn and there's a pattern drawn on it -- perpendicular lines and circles and weird squiggles. But nothing useful and no trap doors or anything ]

[steampunked]

[well. That's too bad. Do any of the bits of broken furniture have enough heft to them to break a window . . . ]

[adharma]

[ yes. there are some larger debris that you could use to break a window. ]

[steampunked]

. . . hmm! This'll work.

[picks up two pieces of debris. Holding onto one, but throwing the other bit at the hot wall to see what happens . . . ]

[adharma]

[ it hits the hot wall! -- and then disappears through it. ]

[steampunked]

[oh.]


Really? I get to choose whether to jump out a window or walk through the evil wall? I see why we called this a challenge.

[adharma]

[ :B make your choices ]

[steampunked]

[. . . throws the other piece of debris at the cold wall.]

[adharma]

[ also goes through . . . ]

[steampunked]

Ughhhhhh. [bad wall, slightly less bad wall, window :|a . . . awwww fuck it. Runs at the cold wall, hoping to get through it as fast as possible.]

[adharma]

[ It feels a bit like you've been pulled through the frozen ocean (only... less wet) and suddenly -- You are in a field of flowers! Each flower is about three feet apart. The only problem is that these flowers aren't growing out of soil, they're growing out of sheets of ice. And it's fucking cold. Like you can see your breath cold. Like your cheeks are getting stiff cold. Everywhere you look is an endless field of flowers... and then waaay over there might be a person. In the opposite direction of the person is a trail of sesame seeds. ]

[steampunked]

[AUGH IT IS FREEZING. heading over toward the person.]

Jesus fucked a priest it's cold.

[adharma]

[ You approach the person. Or what used to be a person. A frozen corpse is laid out inside a giant lotus. It looks like the body froze, cracked open and then all the internal organs spilled out and also froze and cracked. ]

[steampunked]

[. . . well . . . that's gross . . . looking to see if there is anything in the body other than frozen entrails :|a just in case.]

[adharma]

Hey, leave that alone. [ Someone from behind you says. Where did he come from? It's a younger Acedia, barefoot and wearing a white t-shirt and shorts. He has an eyepatch over his right eye. ]

[steampunked]

[looks back at him]

Why? I don't think they're going to get offended now.

[adharma]

You're not supposed to touch stuff like that. It might go bad on you. And they probably deserved it.

[ a slow smile. ]

[steampunked]

I'm only here to look, not touch.

[adharma]

Well, you've looked. So go elsewhere.