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| G R E E N > You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the deep, dark ocean. Darkness surrounds you on all sides and once in a while, the box shakes. It'll be clear enough after a while that that's because of the movement of the water. The deep, dark water that they're surrounded by. Once in a while, something moves in the darkness, unnaturally large and much too close for comfort. Then... the noises. The moans and hisses of things living out there, in the deep. Then the words appear: |
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Oh god.
It's paper. He doesn't even know how to react to this, honestly--there's horror, and then fear, and then a sinking feeling in his gut and then--
The weird sensation that this is.... Right--
No. Nope. No. It can't... be.
...Anyway, panic time.]
Wha-- what?! What? Make it-- make it go back! [AAAAH.]
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Alice!
[there's no time for fake levity, here. Sara leaps to her feat and reaches out for Alice's left arm (DON'T TOUCH THE PAPER), expression firm. it's half-angry, half-surprised, half-completely and utterly bewildered]
What in Aidios's name. . .?!
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He.
Pokes his own hand.
Gives himself a papercut--No I'm joking.]
It's...
[... Okay, he almost can't even process what is happening here.]
... Pap...er?
... This can't be real. [HE'S GOING TO LOSE HIS MIND.]
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[PAPER IS SOOOO FRAGILE. also she tugs at his good arm, trying to get him to sit down]
Why don't you take a seat?
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Agh.
Aaaaaaaah.
Wheezes.]
What...do we do?
What do I do?
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We fix this. Obviously.
[a puff. the answer of how still doesn't exist, but she can't show weakness now. even though her expression does flicker into uncertainty for a moment]
And you need to take it easy until then. I don't want you freaking out on me, okay?
We'll fix it.
[they have to fix it]
[. . . she has to fix it, since this is her fault]
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[WHEEZE]
Okay.
Okay. It's fixable. It doesn't... huuuurt...? Feels weird but doesn't hurt. It's. Fine. It's fine. Everything's fine.
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[it's somewhat comforting to know it doesn't hurt???]
If you aren't in agony then that's a point in our favor.
[a pause]
I am sooooo sorry.
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I mean, you did say you were shitty at gambling...
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... Why is it paper?!
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Iiii sure did, but I prefer it when my awful luck only affects me, not those around me.
[she really does feel bad!!]
I don't know. [. . .] Do you have some past paper-related trauma in your life?
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I don't-- I don't remember.
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You don't?
[she had kiiiind of meant it as a joke, but his response was definitely a serious one]
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I don't remember anything. At all.
[OKAY!!!]
... Guess it was gonna come out eventually...
[He's just staring at his paper hand now.
...Scribbles... Meaningless scribbles that feel very familiar.]
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[a small sigh, and her reply is solemn]
I'm sorry.
[she wishes she could do more to help]
Do you at least remember what you were doing before you came here?
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[considering his day thus far:]
Don't really wanna talk about it. Right now. It didn't have much to do with paper though.
[THAT'S WHAT HE THINKS.]
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[ this is officially some Bad Place work, they are in the bad place for sure. ]
Alice, stay --- stay calm. Don't move too much.
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T-that's easier said than done--
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[ gaaaah ]
Ok, it isn't so bad. It seems... stable, and not crumpling apart. How do you feel?
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Not so bad?
[AAAHHH?]
My hand is paper!
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wait.
checks something.
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And so is my arm!
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[ he has no frame of reference on what to say or how to help and, and oh no. he has a stomachache. ]
Ok just. Just don't move so much. Maybe if we roll again one of the next rewards can fix this.
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He just.
Clutches at his face with his free hand.
HE DOES NOT EVEN KNOW HOW TO EXIST LIKE THIS. So he shuts up and just kind of. Sits there. With this look on his face.]
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[ he picks up, rolls a 3 ] Ok I got a 3, which according to the list...
...Oh, motherforker--
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Argh, again?!