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.

((Please join #fleshbloodbone. All your character’s skills are on and uncapped; they will also have access to any items they carry normally!))

Comments

Re: players

[rebells]

[heh]

All right.

[strapping this weird thing on and moving to examine the wreckage of the ship more closely, then]

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.

The vines are a riot of colours, with a variety of species, many with colourful blooms. Oddly, you can see wire threaded through their stems and leaves, and a metallic sheen to parts of the leaves and flowers -- they're partly artificial.

There is a web underneath them, of what appears to be a latticed web of . . . flesh . . .? that anchors the ship down just as firmly as the vines do. It's kind of gross.

Re: players

[rebells]

[f-flesh . . . .

peering at this flesh web some more, trying to determine what exactly it is and where it's coming from.]

Re: players

[aprettygirl]

It's just . . . it's a net that happens to be made of flesh. Like the vines, it appears to be rooted down way below the water level.

Hearts are weird.

Re: players

[rebells]

[i. touches the flesh???

eww.]

Re: players

[aprettygirl]

It's almost feverishly warm and has a pulse.

Re: players

[rebells]

[well

okay

I guess I will walk up to the doors now then, since that doesn't seem to be yielding much]

Re: players

[aprettygirl]

They are closed, but there is a palm print scanner by them.

Re: players

[rebells]

[such technology. presses his palm to the scanner]

Re: players

[aprettygirl]

There's a little tingle and hum under your hand, and a green light shines through the crack between the doors.

Off you go.