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[fuckyou_chorus]

[an indeterminate period of time ago (mainly because i am too damn lazy to look it up) your characters may have found themselves in the strangest of places - the minds of other people. There, they could learn all sorts of interesting things about their fellow detainees, such as their horrible love for disco

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[holysiscon]

*you're on a huge, round walkway of some white material, somewhere between stone and metal. to walk all the way around it would talk you half an houror more. the beginnings of a bridge extend out behind you, but most of it has been ripped away. things growl and mutter in the surrounding dark.

contained by the walkway is a swirling maelstrom of black stuff, close enough to touch. looking at it, however, makes you ill and uneasy.

someone's also left a large shard of broken glass near your feet...*

[foreverjustice]

[looking at the broken glass . . .]

[holysiscon]

*it's not reflecting anything in particular. ghostly shapes flutter over its surface.*

[foreverjustice]

[if the broken glass is small enough to pick up he's going to do that]

[holysiscon]

*you may, but be careful. it has sharp edges.*

[foreverjustice]

[being very careful and looking into it]

[holysiscon]

*there's a little person-shaped shadow in the depths of it; it's curled in on itself in a fetal position.*

[foreverjustice]

[huh]

Can you hear me?

[holysiscon]

*it doesn't respond--though it does seem to be breathing.*

[foreverjustice]

[touches the person-shaped shadow on the glass very carefully]

[holysiscon]

*nothing...*

[foreverjustice]

[WELL. I'M KEEPING THIS GLASS. And walking through the path . . .]

[holysiscon]

*the path only goes around the central blackness, in a perfect circle.

a metallic rapping sound starts up.*

[foreverjustice]

[trying to identify where the sound is coming from]

[holysiscon]

*from the central blackness!*

[foreverjustice]

[heading to the edge and . . . touching . . . it, if he can]