Betrayal at House on the Hill

[angelcage]

[ You sleep, the ground cold beneath your cheek. The ground is hard as stone, cold marble beneath a fine layer of dust that doesn't come anywhere near acting as a cushion. The dust stirs with your breathing.


>> Wake up ]

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[dendarii]

[ What the fuck is going on here. It's so weird and bizarre that the only thing Miles can think to do is take this invisible woman's hand as if he was going to dance. ]

[angelcage]

[ Approval-- for a moment, the music swells louder, but it's the end of the waltz, winding down. It slows to a stately close, and the grip on his hand loosens, then slips away entirely.

In the quiet left in the absence of music, he can hear her footsteps heading away, gliding towards a wall.

It seems that might have been the right thing to do. ]

[dendarii]

[ It all leaves Miles rather breathless. And a little bit charmed by the experience, even it was mildly terrifying. ]

I guess I didn't step on her feet.