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[FIREBIRD EXPLORE - 9 AM]

You find yourself in a small triangular room with high, high walls. All three walls are made of glass. Through one, all you see is white light moving in strange angular patterns. Through the second, the same white light forms great starbursts. Through the third, the light coils and wheels.

It's quite bright. The floor is made of ruddy beaten copper. The ceiling is a vast mirror. In the middle of the floor is a great copper bowl filled with something white and wavering, like smoke.

You find three copper tokens in your hand. They are flat, shaped like apples. Engraved on each is the word OPEN.

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[Hmmm. Okay.

Goes to check out the coiled wheeled wall next.]

The lights move in a different way from the first wall, but otherwise it is the same.

[okay so the bowl is the thing.

Goes back to the bowl. After a moment of con-tem-plat-ing, reaches out to try to pick up one of the eggs.]

It's deadly cold. You may want to pull away before you get stuck there.

There's a click. Images carve themselves on the glass walls: a flowering tree over the angular lights, a leafy tree over the starbursts, and a tree laden with apples over the coiling lights. Around each tree appears the outline of a door. You hear Firebird's voice.

"Where will you go first? Remember that you need three keys; use the time you are bound to wisely."

[whips her hand back!]

Right. Okay then.

[heads for the coiling light door, then, but glances up at the mirror on the ceiling before she goes in.]

It's just a mirror.

The door is warm under your hands, which may help. You may push it open easily.

[heading in, then!]

You're in a hallway lined with floor-length mirrors, five on each side. The door you came through is inset into a wooden wall behind you; another wooden wall blocks off the opposite end of the corridor. The high ceiling is copper, with stylized suns and birds carved upon it. The floor is opaque black rock. It’s rather chilly.

[looks into the first mirror on the left!]

It seems to be an ordinary mirror! It reflects you into infinity even if you're a vampire (and you could swear that one of your reflections, just out of the range of your vision, is waving at you.)

[well if I have an inkling something's waving at me then I better wave back.

DOES SO. Then laughs a bit at herself. Then goes to look in all of the other mirrors on the left side.]

The third one down is different. It displays a shadow figure of you, dark and indistinct at the edges, rather than a true reflection.

[... huh ...

Reaches to touch the glass.]

There's a ripple in the glass between your fingers and the shadow-fingers. It feels cool and smooth and unyielding, but...perhaps if you pushed...?

[PUSHES!]

Your hand begins to sink through. It takes a bit of effort, but it looks like you can enter the mirror. Hooray!

[okay then let's do that.]

Your hand begins to sink through. It takes a bit of effort, but it looks like you can enter the mirror.
You find yourself on a wide expanse of flat grey ground, with the mirror behind you. A harsh wind is blowing.

A huge mural has been drawn on the ground with charcoal. A few other sticks of charcoal lie near it, as though carelessly left behind by the artist.

[dropping to her knees to examine the mural more closely, and picking up the charcoals.]

IT IS BIG AND ORNATE :Db

There are three pieces of charcoal. One is hot. One is lukewarm. One is cold.

[gosh here is this probably big and ornate thing that no doubt deserves respect.

SO I AM GOING TO DRAW ALL OVER IT.

Pulling her sleeve down to cover her hand and using the hot charcoal to draw big, magnificent wings on the deer.]

YOU CAN DO THAT! BE AN ARTIST, KK

[I AM THE ARTIST!!!!111

okay I am not a great artist. but the things I am drawing are obviously what they are. Putting the hot charcoal down, then picking up the cold one.

Addressing the deer being attacked by the griffiny looking thing on the right side now, with the cold charcoal. Just doing a test stroke at the side of the mural to see if the cold charcoal doesn't draw as well.]

...it simply erases the part of the mural it touched.

[. . . rubbing out the griffin thing . . . ]

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