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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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It knocks you back a little. The sword doesn't even scratch it.

[... why isn't it biting at me ... moves to the right, and starts looking for the fox again]

The fox is gone.

--you find yourself back in the central room. There is a copper key in your hand.

[see, I don't fail after all.

goes through the leafy tree door /o/]

You’re in a small, low-ceilinged one-room house, somewhat like a team cabin but built of a dark shiny stone. There are plants growing all over the walls and floor and ceiling—ivy twined with some sort of black vine. Try not to trip. It’s also scorching hot; there are no windows, and the only door is the one you came through.

There is a bed, a cabinet big enough to hold a man, a wooden desk with a single drawer, and a table in the middle of the room with thirteen copper figurines arranged in a circle upon it. There's something else in the middle of the circle.

[examines the middle of the circle]

In the middle of the circle they form is the skeleton of a small songbird, the bones hung together with copper wire. A perfect copper feather is wired within its ribcage.

[turns to check out the wooden desk with the single drawer. opens the drawer!]

You find . . . the skeleton of a cat in the drawer. It's bleached white, the bones hung together with copper wire. An anatomically-correct copper heart is wired within its ribcage.

[pulls the skeleton out and sets it on the desk. and then proceeds to check out the cabinet]

It's empty, but for a single red apple.

[pulls out the red apple and inspects it. IS IT REAL]

It's real.

You spot a wormhole near the top of it when you pick it up. Eating it might not be a great idea.

[takes it to the table, cuts it in half ...]

There's a little white worm in it.

[is it alive ...]

Yes! It wiggles.

[hmm. leaves it alone for now. goes and checks under the bed]

Nothing there.

[what do the statues on the table look like by the way?

either way, he's going to the cat—how big is the heart, anyway?]

The statues are abstract human figures with upraised arms. They are six inches high and shiny.

I...I don't know how big a cat's heart is, but it's that size.

[okay, then no. experiments by pulling the songbird out from the center of the copper figures and putting the cat in instead]

Nothing happens.

[places bird ... on cat ...]

That doesn't do anything either . . . though they're fully poseable, that's kind of neat . . .

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