Discord
After a silence that goes just long enough to become awkward, you decide the time for cards has passed. Cushion takes well to the idea of looking at the other cabins, and runs over to the closest one, near the pool.
The door and outside walls look normal enough, made out of plain, unpainted wood, but the inside is extravagantly furnished in colourful fabrics strewn about many armchairs and couches filling the room. Hanging from the walls and ceiling are several spindles with small hoops and shapes tied to them, fluttering softly in the breeze created by the opened door. Cushion jumps from surface to surface before leaping to one particular sofa, landing with a roll and curling up on it.
"This is my place, but you're welcome to stay if you want! Fllif didn't really know what you'd like, so there's just a bunch of stuff in your room."
"Stuff?"
"Yeah, mostly clothes I think? I don't really know what's up with those, I haven't-" They stop talking mid-sentence, seemingly interrupted, before reacting. "Uh, I don't think-"
A pair of black tracksuit pants poofs into the air above Cushion and falls onto them. They pick it up with both paws and fiddle with it for a few moments before turning it up the right way, and then hold it to their legs. They turn their head back and forth, trying to get a better look, before wrinkling their nose and throwing the pair of pants across the room. They wave their arm in the air dismissively, and turn back to you.
"Anyway that's my room."
Inquiring about the other cabin, you learn that it is Window's, and is apparently a lot more boring than Cushion's, though they still come with you to it. Window unenthusiastically opens the door for you, asking that you be careful to not make a mess.
In the center of the room is a chair and desk, partially covered by paper and writing implements. Along a wall is a small bookshelf, though you find yourself unable to read any of the titles. In one corner of the room is a pile of small bits and bobs, dolls, pool floats, game boxes, a sword, a little chest with a keyhole, a spade, a sleeping bag, and other things, all next to broom propped upright. Nothing else is in the room.
Cushion places an arm on your shoulder as you stand in the doorway. "Yup, still dull. Why don't you get Fllif to make you something nicer, Window?"
Window responds in a mumble you don't quite catch, and Cushion shrugs. "You should join us in the pool later, I bet that'll be fun! Come on Tables, there's other stuff we can do." They walk out the door, and don't look back to check if you follow.
Window looks up at you. She doesn't say anything, but you get the feeling she's trying to tell you something, or ask something. Her expression looks… sympathetic? You can't quite tell.
What do you do?
The door and outside walls look normal enough, made out of plain, unpainted wood, but the inside is extravagantly furnished in colourful fabrics strewn about many armchairs and couches filling the room. Hanging from the walls and ceiling are several spindles with small hoops and shapes tied to them, fluttering softly in the breeze created by the opened door. Cushion jumps from surface to surface before leaping to one particular sofa, landing with a roll and curling up on it.
"This is my place, but you're welcome to stay if you want! Fllif didn't really know what you'd like, so there's just a bunch of stuff in your room."
"Stuff?"
"Yeah, mostly clothes I think? I don't really know what's up with those, I haven't-" They stop talking mid-sentence, seemingly interrupted, before reacting. "Uh, I don't think-"
A pair of black tracksuit pants poofs into the air above Cushion and falls onto them. They pick it up with both paws and fiddle with it for a few moments before turning it up the right way, and then hold it to their legs. They turn their head back and forth, trying to get a better look, before wrinkling their nose and throwing the pair of pants across the room. They wave their arm in the air dismissively, and turn back to you.
"Anyway that's my room."
Inquiring about the other cabin, you learn that it is Window's, and is apparently a lot more boring than Cushion's, though they still come with you to it. Window unenthusiastically opens the door for you, asking that you be careful to not make a mess.
In the center of the room is a chair and desk, partially covered by paper and writing implements. Along a wall is a small bookshelf, though you find yourself unable to read any of the titles. In one corner of the room is a pile of small bits and bobs, dolls, pool floats, game boxes, a sword, a little chest with a keyhole, a spade, a sleeping bag, and other things, all next to broom propped upright. Nothing else is in the room.
Cushion places an arm on your shoulder as you stand in the doorway. "Yup, still dull. Why don't you get Fllif to make you something nicer, Window?"
Window responds in a mumble you don't quite catch, and Cushion shrugs. "You should join us in the pool later, I bet that'll be fun! Come on Tables, there's other stuff we can do." They walk out the door, and don't look back to check if you follow.
Window looks up at you. She doesn't say anything, but you get the feeling she's trying to tell you something, or ask something. Her expression looks… sympathetic? You can't quite tell.
What do you do?
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