SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE. ADVENTURES!

[adharma]

[ DAY 52. ]

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[steampunked]

I was invited, you know.

[adharma]

Probably because he wanted to get rid of you, right?

[ crosses his arms, looks a bit . . . . pouty. . . ]

That's what I'm supposed to do, I guess.

[ IT GETS A HELL OF A LOT COLDER ALL OF A SUDDEN. ]

[steampunked]

[. . . brrrr.]

Do you like . . . getting rid of people?

[adharma]

[ . . . shrugs. ]

People deserve it.

[steampunked]

Yeah, sometimes. But I'm not "people". If I were people, I wouldn't even be able to be here.

[adharma]

You're still here so.

[ IT IS GETTING COLD ENOUGH THAT IT'S GETTING HARD TO BREATHE. ]

[steampunked]

[tilts her head, trying to breath through it, but . . . alas not very well. OH WELL. LET'S JUST TRY WALKING OFF!! GOODBYE, CREEPY KID!!]

[adharma]

[ he doesn't follow you.

but now you're back where you were before . . . ]

[steampunked]

[oh well. Let's pick up the sesame seed trail and see where that goes.]

[adharma]

[ You follow the trail of sesame seeds! The further you go the colder it gets. The wind picks up and suddenly you're trapped in a blizzard. Turn back? Go forward? ]

[steampunked]

[WHO DO YOU THINK I AM. Go forward!!]

[adharma]

[ If you keep going you can start to make out shapes in the distance. What looks like . . . a shack? And mountains. ]

[steampunked]

[HEADIN' FOR THE SHACK, SHEEEEEELTER.]

[adharma]

[ The door of the shack is difficult to open. It looks like the lock is frozen shut. ]

[steampunked]

[> KICK THE DOOR DOWN.]

[adharma]

[ IT TAKES A FEW KICKS . . . You finally get inside. Man it's cold! Even inside the shack it isn't that much warmer, but at least you're not getting snowed on. It's dim inside the shack. You can make out a table to the immediate left of the door, a pile of neatly folded clean blankets in the far corner of the shack -- the floor of the shack is slightly sticky, but at least it isn't the ice. There's also a rather large trunk, with a large padlock on the same side of the shack as the blankets. ]

[steampunked]

[wrapping herself in the blankets :|a it is too cold to exisssssstttt.

Then going to look if there's anything on the table.]

[adharma]

[ On the table are some candles and matches and a pile of fingerbones. Everything is frozen to the tabletop. ]

[steampunked]

[prying up one of the fingerbones . . . :|a]

[adharma]

[ When you do so . . . You're suddenly in a room? It looks a bit like a grungy hospital room or decaying scientist's lab. There are children sitting on one side -- everyone is too afraid to speak with each other. A group of men in suits are conferring with each other and then one loads a bullet into a gun. He shoots one of the children in the room with you. The kid just dies. The men confer some more. Then the man with the gun loads another bullet (a different color, and you know he's hoping for a different result). He shoots another kid. This one is suddenly on fire and dies screaming. Then you're back in the shack. ]

[steampunked]

[holy shit what. Prying up another fingerbone, to see whether something similar would happen to give a bit more context . . .]

[adharma]

[ Another memory! A kid shot with a bazooka. . . and of course, he died. Who doesn't die when being shot by a bazooka. ]

[steampunked]

[are all of these about death . . . let's take a break from 'em to go and see if I can use a fingerbone to get that padlock open.]

[adharma]

[ yes they are . . . how good at picking locks are you? ]

[steampunked]

[AMATEUR . . . but quite determined . . . ]