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cultfavorite) wrote2023-02-05 11:46 am
cultfavorite) wrote2023-02-05 11:46 am
PALACE GAME: Round 3
You open your eyes—
You're standing in the vast lobby of a corporate building, facing the reception desk, where a Team Galactic Grunt is stationed—she's currently on the phone, though, and occupied. A few other grunts move through the lobby, looking as if they're on their way to their next assignment. All of them look identical. And if you watch their paths for a while, none of them actually end up leaving the room.
The walls are a bright, metallic, sterile blue with white, and the floor is made up of gleaming silver metal tiles emblazoned here and there with a gold logo. The reception desk is slightly to your right, and to the left of that there are three doors in the far wall in front of you.
To the right of the reception desk, there's a little area with a vending machine, a large ottoman to sit on, a potted plant, and . . . a dotaku? With a face? It's sitting resting on the floor next to the vending machine, and it's staring right at you with those red eyes.
Directly to your right, closer to the front door, there is a glowing green circle on the floor with a sign on the wall next to it.
What will you d—
Wait. Your phone is buzzing. Whether or not you had it with you back in the prison, you do now, whether in your pocket, in your hand, whatever. It's on your person, and it's vibrating demandingly for attention. If you choose to ignore it, a mechanical voice emanating from it begins literally saying the word buzz! buzzzzzz! buuuzzzzzz! in an increasingly irritated tone.
Check your phone?
You're standing in the vast lobby of a corporate building, facing the reception desk, where a Team Galactic Grunt is stationed—she's currently on the phone, though, and occupied. A few other grunts move through the lobby, looking as if they're on their way to their next assignment. All of them look identical. And if you watch their paths for a while, none of them actually end up leaving the room.
The walls are a bright, metallic, sterile blue with white, and the floor is made up of gleaming silver metal tiles emblazoned here and there with a gold logo. The reception desk is slightly to your right, and to the left of that there are three doors in the far wall in front of you.
To the right of the reception desk, there's a little area with a vending machine, a large ottoman to sit on, a potted plant, and . . . a dotaku? With a face? It's sitting resting on the floor next to the vending machine, and it's staring right at you with those red eyes.
Directly to your right, closer to the front door, there is a glowing green circle on the floor with a sign on the wall next to it.
What will you d—
Wait. Your phone is buzzing. Whether or not you had it with you back in the prison, you do now, whether in your pocket, in your hand, whatever. It's on your person, and it's vibrating demandingly for attention. If you choose to ignore it, a mechanical voice emanating from it begins literally saying the word buzz! buzzzzzz! buuuzzzzzz! in an increasingly irritated tone.
Check your phone?
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[ > 2F ]
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There is the counter up front, with no one manning it, just like there was in the Inner Prison, but there is a laminated menu taped to it.
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[ Going to check out the menu then. ]
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The Magician: Change 1 of your moves (1 secret)
The Chariot: 1 Pokeball (1 secret)
The Priestess: 1 instance of invulnerability (1 secret)
The Lovers: 1 instance of healing (1 secret)
The Universe: The power to change any world (?̸̙͇͉̖̐̈́̈́̎͊̔́̆͠?̴̝̪̯̬̼̠̗̟̬̩̤̗͖͂̅͌̓̒̐̍̍̑̚͜͜?̴̻̥̤͚̙͎̰̘̭̖̠̩͕̔̀̓͂?̷̗̤͓̩̘͕̉̔͑͗̏̀̾̍͊̄?̸̱̋̀͒̈́̄̎?̷̧͇̖͓̫̣̦́̊̒́̆̑̕͝?̴̖̼̰̝̾̐̃͌͒́̅̂͠?̶̲̮̝̥͍͉͖̭̙͙͚̬̯͓̘̉̏̔͊͊͘ secrets)
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I do hope this isn't a limited menu.
[ Tapping his finger over the priestess with thought and curiosity. ]
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... I am a child of the slums.
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My dear children are older than me.
[ Tapping Lovers to see if he can buy more. ]
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I once lost my emotions.