RE: Gestalt: Echo's Gift (Text Adventure)
03-08-2019, 11:03 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-08-2019, 11:30 PM by periferal.)
==>TALK TO w7α6ν4
You'd think you would do this more, but it feels a lot like talking to yourself, 90% of the time.
BONNIE: What should I do?
WHITE-ANT: ici ici ici ici.
Hm.
BONNIE: You're super old, right? Do you have any advice?
WHITE-ANT: T'est mon premier/ma premiere, mon cher, tu get? Pense a l'Echo. Ca va t'aidez. How should I know? Ponder the Echo if you seek help, use me as your conduit.
Right. Okay. That's not exactly listening to you, that's just a slightly more focused version of what they've been saying the whole times, but progress? Maybe.
Look, they obviously mean use your power, just get over yourself and do it already. What else do you have to lose?
==> Might as well get up and take a look around
RIGHT. That makes sense; you stand up.
There's a door, immediately across from your bed. It's clear, a kind of plastic (or maybe glass?) that should probably be breakable but isn't (at least, isn't to you). It's also kind of a one-way mirror, you think? On the other side of the door is the blurry silhouette of a guard. You don't know their name, because you aren't allowed to talk to them. Well, you can talk to them, but they won't hear you, so it won't matter.
You can always try of course.
This is the gist of what you see. Well, you don't see the bathroom, since it's behind your head, but it's there.
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Oh my god, who drew this map, it's absolutely terrible. It gets across the general idea of your room, though there's no way something that crude can express the fact that everything in your room is a powder blue, from the floor to the weird carpet to the drawers to the door to the bathroom.
Yeah, there's a door to the bathroom. The people holding you here are both confident in their ability to keep you trapped, and possessed of a strange respect for your privacy. Go figure.
The clock rings 3am in a ponderous manner that somehow doesn't wake you up when you manage to fall asleep at this hour.
That means you have three hours until the guard guarding your door is replaced by a guard tasked to a) bring you breakfast (maybe) b) make you eat it, if you do get breakfast and c) bring you to the lab.
WHITE-ANT: Le silance ne va pas t'aider. Ignoring your problems solves nothing.
BONNIE: What do you want to me to do, here? I'm trapped.
They don't answer. In fact, your ges has gone completely silent, leaving you alone with your internal monologue.
The light's off. You just remembered that. You're pretty sure you couldn't see in the dark, yesterday. You especially don't think you could see color yesterday. Oh, hell.
You abruptly realize you really need to pee, and that you're hungry.
Go to the bathroom?
Why don't you want to use your powers, HECATE?
We cordially request you select one of five four categories:
PSUKE
PHUSIS
TECHNE
BIOS
KOSMOS
==>"Well, that's certainly a story, anyways. It is called the Pond, that much is true. Though to see it as a wholly literal pond might be a bit much. What, then, is the pond? Good question."
A scream, and the world flowed back in around them.
"I will never accept this," tigerlilly whispered with a glittering smile. Their sunken eyes stared up at their brother in exhausted desperation. "I will never bend again. I will be as the oak in the human story."
agar left his sibling's body to their care. There was nothing he could do.
"For living to accept the end, for deceased to discard their husks and move beyond... Or to incarnate in a wholly new life."
The Echo rippled under agar's hands, and he stood in his office, hands clasped tightly behind his back.
The work would continue, two-pronged. How to become without becoming as tigerlilly; how to help tigerlilly replace themselves.
agar took a moment to admire himself in the office mirror. Yes, tigerlilly's obsession troubled him, but he could not deny the pleasure of texture, of scent, of clothes on a body, and of the movement of joints.
(α3g1ρ8)
(τ4g4u1)
You'd think you would do this more, but it feels a lot like talking to yourself, 90% of the time.
BONNIE: What should I do?
WHITE-ANT: ici ici ici ici.
Hm.
BONNIE: You're super old, right? Do you have any advice?
WHITE-ANT: T'est mon premier/ma premiere, mon cher, tu get? Pense a l'Echo. Ca va t'aidez. How should I know? Ponder the Echo if you seek help, use me as your conduit.
Right. Okay. That's not exactly listening to you, that's just a slightly more focused version of what they've been saying the whole times, but progress? Maybe.
Look, they obviously mean use your power, just get over yourself and do it already. What else do you have to lose?
==> Might as well get up and take a look around
RIGHT. That makes sense; you stand up.
There's a door, immediately across from your bed. It's clear, a kind of plastic (or maybe glass?) that should probably be breakable but isn't (at least, isn't to you). It's also kind of a one-way mirror, you think? On the other side of the door is the blurry silhouette of a guard. You don't know their name, because you aren't allowed to talk to them. Well, you can talk to them, but they won't hear you, so it won't matter.
You can always try of course.
This is the gist of what you see. Well, you don't see the bathroom, since it's behind your head, but it's there.
Oh my god, who drew this map, it's absolutely terrible. It gets across the general idea of your room, though there's no way something that crude can express the fact that everything in your room is a powder blue, from the floor to the weird carpet to the drawers to the door to the bathroom.
Yeah, there's a door to the bathroom. The people holding you here are both confident in their ability to keep you trapped, and possessed of a strange respect for your privacy. Go figure.
The clock rings 3am in a ponderous manner that somehow doesn't wake you up when you manage to fall asleep at this hour.
That means you have three hours until the guard guarding your door is replaced by a guard tasked to a) bring you breakfast (maybe) b) make you eat it, if you do get breakfast and c) bring you to the lab.
WHITE-ANT: Le silance ne va pas t'aider. Ignoring your problems solves nothing.
BONNIE: What do you want to me to do, here? I'm trapped.
They don't answer. In fact, your ges has gone completely silent, leaving you alone with your internal monologue.
The light's off. You just remembered that. You're pretty sure you couldn't see in the dark, yesterday. You especially don't think you could see color yesterday. Oh, hell.
You abruptly realize you really need to pee, and that you're hungry.
Go to the bathroom?
Why don't you want to use your powers, HECATE?
We cordially request you select one of five four categories:
PSUKE
PHUSIS
TECHNE
BIOS
KOSMOS
==>"Well, that's certainly a story, anyways. It is called the Pond, that much is true. Though to see it as a wholly literal pond might be a bit much. What, then, is the pond? Good question."
A scream, and the world flowed back in around them.
"I will never accept this," tigerlilly whispered with a glittering smile. Their sunken eyes stared up at their brother in exhausted desperation. "I will never bend again. I will be as the oak in the human story."
agar left his sibling's body to their care. There was nothing he could do.
"For living to accept the end, for deceased to discard their husks and move beyond... Or to incarnate in a wholly new life."
The Echo rippled under agar's hands, and he stood in his office, hands clasped tightly behind his back.
The work would continue, two-pronged. How to become without becoming as tigerlilly; how to help tigerlilly replace themselves.
agar took a moment to admire himself in the office mirror. Yes, tigerlilly's obsession troubled him, but he could not deny the pleasure of texture, of scent, of clothes on a body, and of the movement of joints.
(α3g1ρ8)
(τ4g4u1)