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]

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...