♥ v2

[screwthatnoise]

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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[brotagonist]

[taps on the glass as he glances at the bear, how thick is it... :|a]

...you look like that doll...

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[screwthatnoise]

The glass is fairly thick. Cold, too.

—oh right, the doll has no legs either. But anyway! It responds in a cute little voice.

"You mean—Janta?!"

It seems excited to hear this! Or, I mean, as excited as a doll with an unchanging expression like that can seem. Maybe envision a sparkle here or there.

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[antreegonist]

Who's Janta...?

*trying to...gently pick it up though*

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[brotagonist]

I don't know. It just looks like something she got at the fair— like the chair in Turquoise, too.

[to the bear]

Is that bear named Janta?

[looks for a catch on the window 8|a CAN THIS BE OPENED?]

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[screwthatnoise]

No catch; the windows are awfully narrow anyway, like they were built to surround the door for the mere purpose of design.

The stuffed animal is okay with being held. It wobbles about excitedly in your arms.

"Its name is Janta, and—I go by Janta, too! Because I'm Hail's happiness."

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[antreegonist]

O-oh...

How come you're here? And -- with no arms or legs...

*checking if he can access his inventory*

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[brotagonist]

Yeah, what's been happening in here? This doesn't look good.

[tries... opening the door? get some light in here, anyway]

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[screwthatnoise]

"Um... well, the heart's been getting worse! But it's okay now, because friends are here to help! As for my limbs..."

Janta trails off quietly.

The door opens easily—and sitting outside of it is a shovel snapped into two pieces. Huh. Either way, you let the light in, as well as a cold breeze.

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[antreegonist]

. . .

Will getting new ones sewn on hurt you?

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[brotagonist]

You can get better ones that way, if it doesn't! Maybe you could sew out here, it's better light...

[looking for... a place where something was being dug, to indicate the shovel? what even.]

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[screwthatnoise]

On closer examination, there's no digging spot, save for some shifted dirt by that weird black tree growing out there, if you can see that far past the fog. (You probably can.)

Janta looks around.

"Um... I don't know! Maybe. But my other limbs are elsewhere. They're jut not on me right now..."

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[antreegonist]

Do you know where they are?

*let's...wander outside. glancing back at the hall though*

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[brotagonist]

[yeah, I think we're all beelining for that shifted dirt...]

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[screwthatnoise]

"I don't know exactly... when they took my limbs, I didn't see where they put them. And I couldn't leave to find them... and then, they hung me from the ceiling..."

The outside is cool, but be careful when you approach that tree—