THE JARS THAT BLEED BEFORE THEY BREAK.

[glassjar]

Congrats! You've somehow stumbled upon the pocket dimension where five people with questionable morals (some more questionable than others) live and operate. Are you here on business? Do you have an appointment? Or are you here to see a friend? (Come on, don't make us laugh.)

Maybe you're here on accident due to some multiversal, magical, or otherwise supernatural nonsense? It's happened before, it was bound to happen again.

You can wander towards the house, see if anyone's home. Or you can explore the lush grounds, and maybe run across the wolfman groundskeeper who might try to usher you out towards the nearest portal, anyway. The world is your oyster, just try to be a good guest.

Comments

[spacecaser]

[Her arm seems to flicker in time with his own senses cottoning onto movement here in there, at a distance. He nods with a shrug and follows.]

She did try to draw me into some version of a dream. Or hallucination. I suspect she will try to do the same again, though perhaps more... [Hand waggle, again.] ...aggressively?

Either way, let's hone in on her first, and then see if she will be up to any funny business.

[infusion]

[Iona nods in agreement with Thomas and leads them to the center of the gallery where most paintings are displayed. Her arm's light settles for about a minute until out of the corner of their eyes, they'll see movement between two canvases making her arm flare up again.]

Oh boy, she's a sprinter!

[She takes a few steps forward and glances back and forth between opposite walls until she points to the largest painting, an abstract piece full of colors and shapes.]

There. She's trying to use the colors as camouflage but I can make out her shape.

[And because it's so abstract, the blonde-painted lady looks a lot more disconcerting, her shape twisted by the paint strokes that weren't meant to make clear symbols or subjects.]