♥ 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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Re: entry

[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..."

Re: entry

[antreegonist]

Do you know where they are?

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

Re: entry

[brotagonist]

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

Re: entry

[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—