Room Three

[soulping]

[ When you sit down at your elegant table, you see a shiny, circular board in front of you. At the center of the circle are sealed glass boxes: inside, there are shiny jewels in each of your team colors. In the center, a shiny crown and black licorice ring rest on a velvet pillow. ]

[ The board itself looks like this: ]

Comments

[fightorflight]

[Tilts her head at him, time to use one of three words she knows:]

You.

[menially]

[???

That's odd.]

Hm? What about me?

[fightorflight]

You.

[That's all she's got]

[menially]

[Hmm. :|a]

You can't understand me, huh.

[Glances at her with a sigh, before leaning down to be level with her.]

I wonder what they call you, then.

[fightorflight]

[She crawls forward on all fours (with some difficulty, because dress, and starts sniffing him]

[menially]

[Holds out a hand, palm up and fingers loose.]

Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you.

[fightorflight]

[Once she's satisfied with his smell, she sits down in front of him]

[TEACH HER YOUR NAME]

[menially]

[Gently brings one of his hands up to rest against his chest. He sounds out his name, slow and crisp.]

Technic.

[fightorflight]

Te... Tek. Teknn.