Discord
You take a few steps further into the room, not really willing to follow Cushion's exit just yet.
"Did you want to show me your room?"
"Not particularly. There's not much to show, it's just a room." Her voice mild and gruff, without much emotion.
"What's in that chest?"
"I don't know. She hid the key somewhere else."
"...Would you like to play dolls?"
She pauses for a moment, seeming to seriously consider the idea, before going back to her writing.
"Maybe later… thank you for asking though. You should probably chase after Cushion before they come back and drag you out."
"They're certainly... excitable aren't they?"
"If they ever bother you, just do something boring. They prefer playing with her to anything slow or silent.” She waves her hand slightly, indicating her room and the things in it.
“What are you writing anyway?” You take a few steps closer, looking over the paper, but the scrawls and shapes on it are meaningless to you. She half-looms over the desk, covering a few sheets with her arms, but she doesn’t ask you to move.
“Just some thoughts. They’re a bit weird. I’m still working things out.”
“Oh, well, I can’t actually tell what they say, so don’t-”
The voice sounds in your head again, interrupting your speech. “Oh, here you go!”
>TEACH:
Reading
Another influx of knowledgeNarrate bursts into your head, notions of Quotecharacters and symbols linked into wordsText and sentences, conveying meaning in aWrite multitude of forms. The sensation is not quite asDescribe jarring as it was the first time, and Notethe new concepts seem to slot in neatlyGrammar with what you learned of talking. Still, it's enough to Interpretmake you stagger slightly.
Instantly, Window stands up, shoving the chair and knocking it over. She grabs you by the shoulders and roughly pushes you backwards out the door, her peaceful (if not entirely pleasant) demeanor vanished.
“Just go away! Not here, don’t do this here! Just leave me alone!”
You’re not sure what she means, but before you can reply the door slams shut. Before you were forced out, you glimpsed a few lines of writing, now decipherable.
-motivation about things. Maybe being self-awar-
-help with that. Also that was a completely spon-
-writing this entry (feels weird calling them that-
You're left standing outside her cabin, slightly in shock, but before long Cushion shows up again.
“Hey Tables, you good?”
"Did you want to show me your room?"
"Not particularly. There's not much to show, it's just a room." Her voice mild and gruff, without much emotion.
"What's in that chest?"
"I don't know. She hid the key somewhere else."
"...Would you like to play dolls?"
She pauses for a moment, seeming to seriously consider the idea, before going back to her writing.
"Maybe later… thank you for asking though. You should probably chase after Cushion before they come back and drag you out."
"They're certainly... excitable aren't they?"
"If they ever bother you, just do something boring. They prefer playing with her to anything slow or silent.” She waves her hand slightly, indicating her room and the things in it.
“What are you writing anyway?” You take a few steps closer, looking over the paper, but the scrawls and shapes on it are meaningless to you. She half-looms over the desk, covering a few sheets with her arms, but she doesn’t ask you to move.
“Just some thoughts. They’re a bit weird. I’m still working things out.”
“Oh, well, I can’t actually tell what they say, so don’t-”
The voice sounds in your head again, interrupting your speech. “Oh, here you go!”
>TEACH:
Reading
Another influx of knowledgeNarrate bursts into your head, notions of Quotecharacters and symbols linked into wordsText and sentences, conveying meaning in aWrite multitude of forms. The sensation is not quite asDescribe jarring as it was the first time, and Notethe new concepts seem to slot in neatlyGrammar with what you learned of talking. Still, it's enough to Interpretmake you stagger slightly.
Instantly, Window stands up, shoving the chair and knocking it over. She grabs you by the shoulders and roughly pushes you backwards out the door, her peaceful (if not entirely pleasant) demeanor vanished.
“Just go away! Not here, don’t do this here! Just leave me alone!”
You’re not sure what she means, but before you can reply the door slams shut. Before you were forced out, you glimpsed a few lines of writing, now decipherable.
-motivation about things. Maybe being self-awar-
-help with that. Also that was a completely spon-
-writing this entry (feels weird calling them that-
You're left standing outside her cabin, slightly in shock, but before long Cushion shows up again.
“Hey Tables, you good?”
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