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dramatispersonae) wrote2015-06-13 02:13 pm
dramatispersonae) wrote2015-06-13 02:13 pm
Kunzite & Jade
[You're in a grand circular room, the walls and floor and ceiling all made of mirrors. A small incense pot hangs underneath a hole in the middle of the ceiling; the smoke from it smells sweet and strange, with overtones of decay, and makes you feel a little queasy. Overall, it may be quite familiar to a few of you who were present for a certain game in Camelot…]
[As you absorb this, a small, dark stone rolls through the hole in the ceiling and lands in the basket . . . and the whole room moves down a little under your feet.]
[You feel s͠o̧m҉ethin͜g small and alien shift under your flesh in response -- in your arm or your leg or perhaps your chest. There’s no pain (yet), just a heavy numbness where it’s embedded inside you . . .]
[As you absorb this, a small, dark stone rolls through the hole in the ceiling and lands in the basket . . . and the whole room moves down a little under your feet.]
[You feel s͠o̧m҉ethin͜g small and alien shift under your flesh in response -- in your arm or your leg or perhaps your chest. There’s no pain (yet), just a heavy numbness where it’s embedded inside you . . .]