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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How many.

All five, please.

[ of course. ]

[. . .]

You can't do all five by yourself.

I don't want any of you to do it. Especially her.

[sharply]

She won't touch you.

But it's gonna hurt.

At least she didn't make me keep the spoon.

[ because no when he does this he's doing it away from everyone so they don't have to see it. Or hear it, though he's not doing a very good job keeping the pain silent. ]