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 (by daylight)

[mirroredvalue]

[Carefully taking that bouqet, then...

Then, Star what exactly does "find where they go" mean? Does Star just need to put them in the right room, or is it more complicated than that?

[...Maybe I should have asked before I started, but let's assume that you're willing to play fair.]

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[aprettygirl]

"Keep following the shoreline and you'll see."

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[mirroredvalue]

Okay, got it!

[Well then, I will... follow the shoreline. And maybe send Pitch a message while I head over there:

"Say something that's true and something that's a lie. It's kind of important."

Let's see how this works...]

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[aprettygirl]

Message sent!

The sunlight gives way to the colder artificial light of a university hallway, lined with lockers and filled with students in white uniform, occupied with talking to each other.

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[mirroredvalue]

[...Well then, I see... Sort of? For now, let me uh... try all the flowers one by one and work from there.]

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[aprettygirl]

None of them contain Eve's thoughts and feelings anymore.

The first is Eve posing as a university student, which you already saw in more depth. The second is the market square performance. The third is Eve, scantily clad, in an expensive bordel (...she's just posing, not doing anything); the fourth is Eve serving as a maid in a fancy house; the fifth is her as a nurse, helping with patients; the sixth is her seated across from a customer passing her hands over a crystal ball, clearly fortunetelling; the seventh is . . . standing in the Ring after an Aather game.

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[mirroredvalue]

[Okay, let's see then... First, we should see if we can find the classroom where Eve was doing the research... It should be somewhere around here, right...?]

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[aprettygirl]

It was Lab Eight. It's dark in there.

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[mirroredvalue]

[Time to turn on the lights, then. I have no interest in stumbling around in the dark.]

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[aprettygirl]

You hear a gasp, and something white brushes past you.

The lab is empty, but the equipment she was using in the memory is still set up. Logbooks, microscope and slides . . .

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[mirroredvalue]

[Wait, what? What was that white thing? Let's do a quick check in the hallway for it.]

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[aprettygirl]

Just the students from before. . .?

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[mirroredvalue]

[Well, okay then. Let's head to the equipment she was using... Maybe we just have to... duplicate what she was happening in the memory...?

...I really hope that doesn't mean I have to do detective work, though. I'm probably really bad at that.]

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[aprettygirl]

She was looking through the microscope at the slides.

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[mirroredvalue]

[Well, then.. looking at slides through a microscope, I can probably do.]

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[aprettygirl]

. . . the magnified cells you're looking at spell out a message.

ONE DOWN

KEEP IT UP

The 'student' rose is gone from your hand . . .

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[mirroredvalue]

[Then, uh... I guess next is going... through the college...?

Let's see if there's some exit that isn't going backwards...]

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[aprettygirl]

There are exit signs to follow! You head out into a bustling square.

. . . you're probably lost; it's a big city.

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[mirroredvalue]

[Well, whatever. We just need to find some kids to dance in front of, right?

...I am a terrible dancer, though. I really hope this doesn't turn out badly.]

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[aprettygirl]

Well, you're definitely attracting an audience . . . it's not kids, though, just people staring.

"...are you all right?"

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[mirroredvalue]

[...Yeah, this is what I figured...]

...No, but it's not like there's a choice. Some weird penalty game. Supposed to impress some kids by dancing, but...

[Well!]

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[aprettygirl]

"Ah...performances are usually held over there, miss."

He points down a road.

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[mirroredvalue]

[Sure, fine, whatever. Down the road I go. It's not like I can do any worse.]

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[aprettygirl]

The houses are smaller and shabbier here; this is clearly a poorer area.

You emerge in the market square you saw, eventually; something brushes past you again as you do.

Re: flesh (by daylight)

[mirroredvalue]

[It's probably the same thing, isn't it? Well, let's do a quick check for it and then head to the center of the square. It's not like I'm going to be able to find it anyways, right?]