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dramatispersonae) wrote2014-11-06 05:23 pm
dramatispersonae) wrote2014-11-06 05:23 pm
Citrine
You find yourself in a dark space. The pale not-a-Persona is sitting cross-legged on a . . . ledge? a little above head-height, lit with what appears to be their own light, because you sure can't make out anything that it's actually sitting on.
Pinned on the ground in front of you is a stuffed manikin, white and squishy and doll-jointed, with a blank face and obvious stitching.. There are metal pins stuck through it, jamming it against the ground, in five places—three in the head, one in the chest, and one in the hand. A little loop of string is tied to each, with room for a label.
"The heart, the mind, the mouth, the eyes, and the limbs. I'll give you the labels, and you tell me what goes where, and how to put a person together the right way."
[instructions]
Pinned on the ground in front of you is a stuffed manikin, white and squishy and doll-jointed, with a blank face and obvious stitching.. There are metal pins stuck through it, jamming it against the ground, in five places—three in the head, one in the chest, and one in the hand. A little loop of string is tied to each, with room for a label.
"The heart, the mind, the mouth, the eyes, and the limbs. I'll give you the labels, and you tell me what goes where, and how to put a person together the right way."
[instructions]