Erika heart

[dramatispersonae]

You get the sense that you pass through a door, but it shuts immediately behind you. However, when you look back, there is nothing but a dead end wall behind you. There is carpet is lush beneath your feet, and the corners are free of dust. Except for the lack of any actual entrance, it could easily be the entranceway of a lavish mansion.

Any magical or otherwise supernatural abilities you have are disabled.

♫ the great detective knows

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Re: BEDROOM I

[dramatispersonae]

You take those too.

Re: BEDROOM I

[aprettygirl]

*scans the books on the shelves briefly, picking out one at random to flip through*

Re: BEDROOM I

[dramatispersonae]

It's The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. Your eyes catch on a page somewhere in the middle.

“And now, messieurs et mesdames,” said Poirot rapidly, “I will continue with what I was about to say. Understand this, I mean to arrive at the truth. The truth, however ugly in itself, is always curious and beautiful to the seeker after it. I am much aged, my powers may not be what they were.” Here he clearly expected a contradiction. “In all probability this is the last case I shall ever investigate. But Hercule Poirot does not end with a failure. Messieurs et mesdames, I tell you, I mean to know. And I shall know— in spite of you all.”

The book continues, of course.

Re: BEDROOM I

[aprettygirl]

Hmm, the truth . . .

*goes to borrow the marker from Sakuya, crossing out 'in spite of you all' and delicately fitting 'with your assistance' in the margin.*

Re: BEDROOM I

[dramatispersonae]

You do that. Terrible book defacer.

Re: BEDROOM I

[aprettygirl]

*SURE AM

replacing it on the shelf, and ~to the dining room~*

Re: BEDROOM I

[dramatispersonae]

You head to the dining room.