soulping | AMALTHEA

AMALTHEA

[The room you step into looks like it could be a miniature ballroom, complete with stained glass windows and vast, ornate mirrors.

Your team's column is set into one wall, easily accessible but as impregnable as ever. One of the mirrors may prove almost as interesting, if you can tear your eyes away from your trapped teammate. Through it, you are somehow able to see every other team's column and what is inside, though nothing beyond that.

The floor beneath your feet polished, patterned wood, inlaid with the pattern of a grand sundial in your team's colors. In the center of the pattern stands a pedestal, upon which sits a collection of colorful glass ornaments. It looks like there's room for other items, but there's nothing else to be found just yet . . . ]

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No one said anythin' about risking drowning for memories! What happened to stupid things, like wearin' our underwear on our head?

Maybe the stupid was to keep us unexpecting of something like this.

[stupid stupid stupid stupid this is why you never let your guard down--]

. . . we've gotta do something. We can't let him drown.

We won't ... let's pick the big ones.

[eyeing the ornaments. . .]

. . . the quill. If the shape of the ornament has somethin' to do with the task, it probably just involves writin'.

Okay.

The bubble, though ... I don't want Blaze to drown ... but I don't want to kill anybody else, either. Let's not consider that unless we absolutely have to.