who stole your heart and the key?

[steelmyself]

In the dark, you taste something sweet and tart on your tongue, almost like apple but not quite: pomegranate juice, out of nowhere. A hint of something metallic accompanies it.

You fall down.

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Comments

Re: THE DINING HALL

[steelmyself]

No matter how you rattle the handle, it remains closed. It does, in fact, appear to be locked.

Re: THE DINING HALL

[lonelydemon]

Ah. Guess I should look for a key.

[BACK TO THE TABLE squinting, looks for key.]

Re: THE DINING HALL

[steelmyself]

The table itself is almost normal--save for the fact that its four legs are each carved into the shape of an elaborate sword.

Most of the food on it is Japanese in origin--a lot of rice, some teriyaki chicken and beef, eggs and various sauces. There are a few items of Chinese food as well, along with some Western foodstuffs. It all looks homemade and delicious.

With all that food heaped on the table, there's no sign of the key.

Re: THE DINING HALL

[lonelydemon]

[MAYBE IF HE JUST. SHUFFLES THE PLATES AROUND CAREFULLY???]

Re: THE DINING HALL

[steelmyself]

Eventually, there is indeed a faint clinking noise from somewhere amidst all the food.

Re: THE DINING HALL

[lonelydemon]

[How did that actually even work, whatever, he won't complain. Digging for the key(???)!]

Re: THE DINING HALL

[steelmyself]

It's a key! A plain iron key that looks like it should fit the door.

Re: THE DINING HALL

[lonelydemon]

[Cool, GONNA TRY AND UNLOCK THE DOOR THEN]

Re: THE DINING HALL

[steelmyself]

Through the door and into another short passage you go...