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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[court_chesster]

[Picks it up, using his sleeve so as not to touch it directly. SIMON'S NOW.]

[angelcage]

[ Even without direct contact, it somehow gives off the aura of power. Undirected, but yours, now. ]

[court_chesster]

[Okay, I like this ring. Putting it on his finger for safekeeping and heading for the next door.]

[angelcage]

[ There's an electric jolt through him— like a static charge, but pleasant. The world is clearer, crisper. The world he sees in front of him has a certain three-dimensionality, like he's not just viewing it with his eyes but his thoughts too press on the room, feeling out its contours.

He heads to the Operating Lab ]