quail heart

[soulping]

You're plunged into a deep, deep darkness. A horrible smell of burning fills your nostrils and you hear the crackling of fire from somewhere closeby. Smoke starts pouring into your lungs, making it impossible to breathe...

Just as it feels like you're about to pass out from lack of air, it's all gone. The darkness, the smell, the sound, the smoke. You find yourself standing in a small room, though something about you feels very different from normal.

[OOC: While your character is inside this heart, they will be in the form of a Hatoful-style uplifted bird! What species they are is up to you; they'll be about three times the size of normal birds that species, perfectly capable of talking, and able to use their wings both for (somewhat limited) flying and as (slightly clumsier than human) hands. You're still wearing your normal clothes, though they are now cut in a style suited for birds.

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Re: Classroom

[soulping]

Many of the students' desks are completely unremarkable, but some have items set on them. Those seem to be in two distinct groups.

You can see nothing written on the blackboard, but there is a large poster showing a smiley face hung up on it.

Re: Classroom

[allergictostairs]

[Time to go pet the smiley face and see if anything happens, I suppose.]

Re: Classroom

[soulping]

Nothing happens.

Re: Classroom

[allergictostairs]

[Boring!

Fine, he'll just look to the desks with objects for deets.]

Re: Classroom

[soulping]

You approach one of the two groupings of desks. On these, you find a large white feather, a pair of glasses, a small bag of birdseed, a colourful tie, and... a hunk of roast meat? Weird.

The nameless bird trails after you slowly. He pauses next to an empty desk, looking troubled.

Re: Classroom

[allergictostairs]

[Chimera gives the meat a look of disdain when he notices it, automatically covering his nose beak with one of his scarvesf.]

Did you find something over there?

[He asks mystery bird while poking at the feather with his free wing.]

Re: Classroom

[soulping]

Touching the feather, you briefly see a mental image of an impressively upholstered pigeon.

Mystery bird shakes his head nervously. "No, it's just... I don't know. It feels like something's missing."

Re: Classroom

[allergictostairs]

[what an impressive tail. he's starting to get used to all these weird hallucinations and surges of emotion.]

"Something"?

[Chimera goes over to examine the empty desk, and of course get his wing all over it.]

Re: Classroom

[soulping]

It's just a desk. You feel nothing special.

"There... there should be something here." He looks sad.

Re: Classroom

[allergictostairs]

...Well. Tell me when you figure out what that "something" is. This- [plucks one of his own (smaller) feathers out and drops it onto the desk. ouch.] -Will have to do for now.

[since he hasn't the faintest idea what actually goes there yet.]

Re: Classroom

[soulping]

"I don't..." He looks at the feather miserably, but then shakes his head. "I suppose it will."

Re: Classroom

[allergictostairs]

[...]

Let's see about that other room. Maybe we'll find what's supposed to go there.

[Is the door on the other side unlocked? Are its contents not on fire?]