aprettygirl | EVE'S HEART

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EVE'S HEART

A dark veil slips over you, obscuring your vision; it’s cool and clinging, and blocks out all outside sensation. You drift downward . . . as you do, you grow more and more aware of the pulse of your own heartbeat, until it’s a ringing, unpleasant throb in your ears.

. . . after some time, it’s interrupted by a soft splash, and you feel solid rock underfoot.

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You’re in a vast and roughly circular cavern, pale and frozen needles of rock sheeting down the walls. The floor is covered in cool, clear blue-green water -- through some odd trick of heart physics you’ll find yourself only ankle-deep in it, no matter how tall you actually are.

In the middle of the cavern is the wreck of a crashed spaceship, come to rest in the water. Though the metal is still shining and untarnished, you can tell that the crash must have happened a long time ago, long enough that a multitude of strange plants and vines have grown up around the wreck from the floor of the cavern, anchoring it down. You can see a pair of sliding doors in the side of the ship underneath the vines (closed for now) but if you walk around it or explore the cave, you might be able to find other ways into the ship, or elsewhere.

Up above you -- high up above you, a rough hole has been blasted in the ceiling, showing where the ship must have smashed through. You can see the sky though it, painted in the soft golds and purples of sunset. Some light sheets down into the cavern through the hole, but most of it seems to come from the water itself. The whole place is glittering from it, strange cool rainbows reflecting off the walls.

Eve is here, standing in front of the wreck. She’s dressed in a sharp suit with a Jasper-red waistcoat -- though she’s barefoot, and the cuffs of her pants are rolled up to her knees in acknowledgement that she’s, well, standing in water. She surveys your group, unsmiling, and claps her hands once; the sharp sound echoes.

“Well, I certainly can’t say I didn’t expect this to happen at some point. Welcome to this heart, everyone.”

Edited 2014-02-15 23:56 (UTC)

Edited 2014-02-15 16:57 (UTC)

This room is --

You can make out details of the room around you here and there; flickers of red and green; glimpses of strange, pale twisting columns; echoes of rooms you were in earlier, interspersed with an impression of somewhere familiar and simple and warm and welcoming . . . but nothing concrete you can really focus on. You get the sense that those details aren’t particularly important.

What is important is that in this room there is a small, lighted table, and seated at that table is a woman who’s clearly Eve, but grown into her thirties or so. Her hair is very long, pulled into a plait over her shoulder, and has a little white in it; she has the beginnings of laugh lines around her mouth and eyes as well. She's dressed in neutral colours, except for a bracelet of jade beads on her right wrist and the red Jasper key at her throat.

There’s a chair for you pulled up across from her, and a notepad that matches yours facedown on the table.

“Time's nearly up. . .sorry to cut things short.”

Edited 2014-02-16 05:23 (UTC)

Threaded | Flat

a calm place