Emily stands in place for a moment, just looking at that benign looking cup and completely ordinary plate of cake sitting there on the table under a brilliant spotlight. She had been one of the ones who sprinted all the way down the hall, driven largely by sheer confusion and a desperate need for a goal.
She eventually can't help but turn her gaze to the only other thing in the room beneath a spotlight. Another moment of staring silence and then she can't help her faint laugh. It rings out somehow hollow and tired.]
I had a dollhouse when I was a kid but never one this big.
[B] I am not myself, you see;[CW: Possible violence, blood and death in later rooms.]
[Her living room, laid out as she expects it, greets her through the first door she opens in the dollhouse. Just her living room though, nothing else. Her living room with just a clay figure of herself on the couch, a cordless phone in her hand and the words, "Dad? Hey, it's me." ringing out against the low hum of something on the television.
Emily stands with a look of deep sadness creeping into her expression. Her hand lingers on the doorknob, grasps it a little tighter for a moment and then just as quickly she releases her as she brings a hand up to her forehead. She still feels queasy from the shrinking earlier and this deeply bittersweet sentimental feeling isn't helping at all.]
If this is a dream, it's the weirdest one I've ever had.
[Well, that's probably an exaggeration, all things considered.]
[C] Off with their heads;
[Strategists may like this room but frankly all Emily can do the moment she spots those giant chess pieces is grown.]
Not another puzzle.
[Sure, she may have become an officer to help protect the peace but it wasn't to solve puzzles! Now here she is dreaming of them!]
Emily Wyatt | Deadly Premonition | OTA
[EAT ME! DRINK ME!
Emily stands in place for a moment, just looking at that benign looking cup and completely ordinary plate of cake sitting there on the table under a brilliant spotlight. She had been one of the ones who sprinted all the way down the hall, driven largely by sheer confusion and a desperate need for a goal.
She eventually can't help but turn her gaze to the only other thing in the room beneath a spotlight. Another moment of staring silence and then she can't help her faint laugh. It rings out somehow hollow and tired.]
I had a dollhouse when I was a kid but never one this big.
[B] I am not myself, you see; [CW: Possible violence, blood and death in later rooms.]
[Her living room, laid out as she expects it, greets her through the first door she opens in the dollhouse. Just her living room though, nothing else. Her living room with just a clay figure of herself on the couch, a cordless phone in her hand and the words, "Dad? Hey, it's me." ringing out against the low hum of something on the television.
Emily stands with a look of deep sadness creeping into her expression. Her hand lingers on the doorknob, grasps it a little tighter for a moment and then just as quickly she releases her as she brings a hand up to her forehead. She still feels queasy from the shrinking earlier and this deeply bittersweet sentimental feeling isn't helping at all.]
If this is a dream, it's the weirdest one I've ever had.
[Well, that's probably an exaggeration, all things considered.]
[C] Off with their heads;
[Strategists may like this room but frankly all Emily can do the moment she spots those giant chess pieces is grown.]
Not another puzzle.
[Sure, she may have become an officer to help protect the peace but it wasn't to solve puzzles! Now here she is dreaming of them!]
[D] Wildcard;
[Feel free to throw prompts at me!]