EVE'S HEART

[aprettygirl]

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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Comments

Re: players

[heirbrained]

[well this is... an odd experience.]

...What is all of this?

Re: players

[aprettygirl]

"Hm, is this your first heart?"

Re: players

[heirbrained]

...I assume so, though I'm familiar with the concept...

Re: players

[aprettygirl]

"Well, that's what this is. It seems to happen to most people in Aather sooner or later, so preparations have been made, at least."

Re: players

[heirbrained]

...I see. What sort of preparations?

Re: players

[aprettygirl]

"The heart has been restructured to be as open as it can, under the circumstances . . . though part of the problem is that it's beginning to stagnate, and that's very difficult. It would appreciate some outside perspective."

Re: players

[heirbrained]

Are you asking for a critique of how you arrange your psyche?

[cuz I'm kinda into that idea actually]

Re: players

[aprettygirl]

"If you're up for it?"

Re: players

[heirbrained]

I'm willing.

Re: players

[aprettygirl]

"Take this, then. If you run into difficulties -- or parts of the heart that are monstrous. Those should be avoided."

She offers you a small, flat handheld computer with a wrist strap; it's a very simple device with a digital keyboard and a single open program.

Re: players

[heirbrained]

[I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE]

How charming...

[but he straps it onto his wrist]

Should I be headed anywhere in particular?

Re: players

[aprettygirl]

She shrugs.

"If you don't have a particular preference, use the doors into the ship."

Re: players

[heirbrained]

Very well.

[making his way over to the ship, then! are the vines totally in the way of the doors]

Re: players

[aprettygirl]

The ship is reasonably whole, but badly damaged enough that it won't fly again without some serious work. Its name -- scuffed, scratched, and obscured, but still legible if you squint past the things obscuring it -- is THE NIGHT LORD.

Up close, you'll notice that the vines are partly metallic and partly organic, and that there's a second layer of webbing underneath them anchoring the ship down -- this one made of blood-filled flesh.

Neither of these is blocking the doors, though they are tightly-closed: there is a palm-print scanner by them.

Re: players

[heirbrained]

[well that's ... special

just going to scan his palm then..........]

Re: players

[aprettygirl]

There's a tingling hum under your palm, and the crack between the doors fills with bright red light.

It slides open...