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You resign with a sigh.
"Fine.
I'll bite.
Just be careful."
Cerulean seems to be finished, addressing your comment as they walk past you away from the screen.
"I'm always careful."
You roll your eyes.
Stepping forward, you see the screen just as it was before your companion used it, and tap the dot in the center.
It expands outward to form white text across the screen, as well as what looks like a keyboard.
It reads:
'CURRENT PARTY: 1
Enter your name to register!'
There's a blank space with a blinking cursor, just above the on-screen keyboard.
You use the touch screen to type in 'ROUX'.
The center text is replaced with 'Thank you for registering!', while the text at the top changes to 'CURRENT PARTY: 2'
After a few seconds, the screen goes entirely black.
With that, the translucent wall of bricks seems to crumble away with a triumphant clattering, disappearing into nothing.
The bridge is open.
Cerulean stops leaning on the wall, stretching their arms as they come to join you at the start of the bridge.
"Let's get this over with."
"You could try to have a little fun, you know."
"I'm too tired for fun."
As the two of you start making your way across, a thought occurs to you.
"Do you like the music?" you ask Cerulean.
The cat raises an eyebrow.
"...Trying to see if anything jogs our memory."
Cerulean takes a moment to listen, putting a claw to their snout.
"...mmmmmmno.
Not at all."
"OK."
You thought it was alright, but a little boring.
...You really wish you could remember more about your music taste.
Though, none of that's important right now.
You soon reach the building in the center, and a large door of various colorful mechanisms opens up for you.
You take one last glance at the tunnels moving around the building before entering.
Inside, you strangely don't hear the same music you'd noticed outside.
Instead, speakers in the room are playing bland elevator music.
As you're focused on the new tune, a sudden sound behind you makes you jump, and you spin around to find the door shutting behind you.
It soon looks as if it was never there, appearing as just a wall.
You instinctively feel along it, fruitlessly searching for any spot to pull back it open.
You find none.
Cerulean watches you, looking like they're judging you, though they say nothing.
The room is large, and has the same aesthetic as the outside.
Bright, neon patterns adorn the walls, glowing from the blacklight above. They shift about, moving in a liquid-like manner.
Otherwise, the room itself is entirely empty save for three more doors; one bigger than the other two.
The smaller doors are right next to each other, and have text that reads 'PARTY OF 1' above them, while the larger door's text reads 'PARTY OF 2'.
Cerulean sighs.
"You choose.
I don't care for either option."
" 'Either' option?"
"Well, clearly they're giving us the choice to split up or stay together for..."
A specific word doesn't come, and instead they gesture vaguely at the doors.
"...whatever this is going to be."
They rub their chin, getting a better look at all the doors.
"I assume the big door is more challenging in some way, since we're allowed to stay together.
And I'd normally say I'm better off on my own anyways, but potential head trauma may not mix well with this.
They clutch their head, looking to be in a mixture of slight pain and annoyance.
"It already is, all the music is giving me a headache."
The amerveille seems to shake it off enough to continue their thought.
"At the same time, you did nearly get me killed just after meeting you, so...
Really, I could lean either way.
So, you choose."
"...You're assuming a lot."
They look offended.
"Oh I'm sorry, were you given information I wasn't privy to?
Do you have a better deduction you'd like to share, detective?"
You glare.
"Well, that's what I thought, then.
So, go on.
Make a decision."
"Fine.
I'll bite.
Just be careful."
Cerulean seems to be finished, addressing your comment as they walk past you away from the screen.
"I'm always careful."
You roll your eyes.
Stepping forward, you see the screen just as it was before your companion used it, and tap the dot in the center.
It expands outward to form white text across the screen, as well as what looks like a keyboard.
It reads:
'CURRENT PARTY: 1
Enter your name to register!'
There's a blank space with a blinking cursor, just above the on-screen keyboard.
You use the touch screen to type in 'ROUX'.
The center text is replaced with 'Thank you for registering!', while the text at the top changes to 'CURRENT PARTY: 2'
After a few seconds, the screen goes entirely black.
With that, the translucent wall of bricks seems to crumble away with a triumphant clattering, disappearing into nothing.
The bridge is open.
Cerulean stops leaning on the wall, stretching their arms as they come to join you at the start of the bridge.
"Let's get this over with."
"You could try to have a little fun, you know."
"I'm too tired for fun."
As the two of you start making your way across, a thought occurs to you.
"Do you like the music?" you ask Cerulean.
The cat raises an eyebrow.
"...Trying to see if anything jogs our memory."
Cerulean takes a moment to listen, putting a claw to their snout.
"...mmmmmmno.
Not at all."
"OK."
You thought it was alright, but a little boring.
...You really wish you could remember more about your music taste.
Though, none of that's important right now.
You soon reach the building in the center, and a large door of various colorful mechanisms opens up for you.
You take one last glance at the tunnels moving around the building before entering.
Inside, you strangely don't hear the same music you'd noticed outside.
Instead, speakers in the room are playing bland elevator music.
As you're focused on the new tune, a sudden sound behind you makes you jump, and you spin around to find the door shutting behind you.
It soon looks as if it was never there, appearing as just a wall.
You instinctively feel along it, fruitlessly searching for any spot to pull back it open.
You find none.
Cerulean watches you, looking like they're judging you, though they say nothing.
The room is large, and has the same aesthetic as the outside.
Bright, neon patterns adorn the walls, glowing from the blacklight above. They shift about, moving in a liquid-like manner.
Otherwise, the room itself is entirely empty save for three more doors; one bigger than the other two.
The smaller doors are right next to each other, and have text that reads 'PARTY OF 1' above them, while the larger door's text reads 'PARTY OF 2'.
Cerulean sighs.
"You choose.
I don't care for either option."
" 'Either' option?"
"Well, clearly they're giving us the choice to split up or stay together for..."
A specific word doesn't come, and instead they gesture vaguely at the doors.
"...whatever this is going to be."
They rub their chin, getting a better look at all the doors.
"I assume the big door is more challenging in some way, since we're allowed to stay together.
And I'd normally say I'm better off on my own anyways, but potential head trauma may not mix well with this.
They clutch their head, looking to be in a mixture of slight pain and annoyance.
"It already is, all the music is giving me a headache."
The amerveille seems to shake it off enough to continue their thought.
"At the same time, you did nearly get me killed just after meeting you, so...
Really, I could lean either way.
So, you choose."
"...You're assuming a lot."
They look offended.
"Oh I'm sorry, were you given information I wasn't privy to?
Do you have a better deduction you'd like to share, detective?"
You glare.
"Well, that's what I thought, then.
So, go on.
Make a decision."
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