Aug. 20th, 2014

[You're falling gently, like a lone lost feather, down and down and down through an endless blue sky; gradually it darkens, turns cold, turns thick like water, like the brush of stone. A warm, brisk breeze tries to catch you, lift you – up you go, my friend – but gravity is inextricable.]

((OOC: chan is #aflutter!))
[ You wake up to the smell of cherry blossoms surrounding you - billowing in the wind, piling in your face.

Where are you? Well, that's a question you'll have to answer for yourself.
]

( please pop in #craneiotomy! )
[ you enter into the main room of an old, dusty museum. around you are various glass boxes, although they all look empty at first glance.


after a moment of silence, a spotlight shines down several feet in front of you, illuminating a girl as she dances by herself, eyes closed and arms held out to hold a nonexistent dance partner. when she notices your presence, she jumps, turns to look towards you, face flushed and hands clutched near her chest. ]


W-when did you get here?! Aaaa, Dark-san didn't tell me about any guests! How embarrassing!