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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Re: flesh (a bright house)

[blackjacked]

Then it looks like we've got our work cut out for us.

[slipping off his jacket to wipe down the counters!]

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

You clean the counters successfully, though your jacket may never be the same.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

[There is a small rag in my bag that can help with cleaning!!]

Better?

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

She looks dubious. "Maybe . . .?"

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[blackjacked]

[sniffs a bit and makes a face]

We need a way to get rid of this smell.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

It seems like it's coming from the door that appeared.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[blackjacked]

[heading towards the door and opening it??]

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

It's a tangled thicket of a garden: all the plants appear to have withered and died, and then been frozen over.

You can hear water dripping from somewhere in the tangle, but it's very slow and faint, single drops falling from one source. Plink. Plink.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

What happened to these?!

[going to inspect the nearest plant]

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

IT'S...IT'S SUPER DEAD AND SUPER FROZEN...the child won't go past the doorway.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

...Would you like us to plant something new here?

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

"...it might not grow."

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

That's true. It doesn't look like a place where a plant could thrive. What happened to it?

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

"I don't know . . . when we went to the place with lots of colours, it became like that."

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

Colors? You mean with the paints?

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

"No. A..." She has to pronounce it carefully. "Aather."

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

Oh. Aather made the flowers die?

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

"Probably."

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

Perhaps I should ask the Head Chemist if there's anything to do about that.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

"Who?"

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

She's the girl up outside.

[pointing up, helpfully]

She sleeps a lot because it's just her now, but she's got lots of books and things to look at up there. We thought you might like to meet her, so you have someone to talk to and visit.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

". . .will she come back here with me, sometimes?"

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[blackjacked]

I think if you asked her to, she would. She's needed in her lab, but you're needed here.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

". . . then, I'll go."

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

[offering her hand]

Then let's go see her, and from there I'm sure you can both talk it over.