devilmaycaregiver | Glory Heart Game, Session 2

The last thing you remember is seeing Glory collapsed on the ground. Your head is foggy and spinning, and it takes a moment to regain enough focus to notice that there's actual fog around you, too. The mist is so thick you can barely see your own feet, though there seems to be solid ground underneath them, at least.

After a moment you hear a voice. It sounds like Glory, although it's oddly flat, even for her.

You shouldn't linger here... This isn't a place you can be. Unfortunately, the only way out is through. I can pull it together enough for you to work with.

((OOC NOTES:

- Objects/areas that can be interacted with or observed in more detail are in ALL CAPS.
- Feelings Objects are indicated in bold.
- For bolded objects, you can inspect them for a more detailed physical description, and/or touch them (with bare skin), which will trigger an emotional effect. Please make it clear in your comments which you are doing!
- When you touch an object and experience an emotion, it lingers until you touch something else or naturally feel some other emotion strong enough to displace it.))

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Whoa—! R-Right, we should be more light-handed with the negative emotions...

[THE GLOVES STAY ON IN HERE. NOTED.]

Remember palate cleansers!

Right. Yes.

[he fumbles for the switchblade in his coat pocket, taking slow deep breaths]

... thank you, Ford. I... have chosen to be quite stubborn about accepting her emotions, for better... or worse. It may be a foolish thing, but... I've made up my mind. So... I appreciate... your rationality.

I think we make an efficient pair! You're at a disadvantage putting yourself at risk like this, but I'm also at a disadvantage with the gloves on. It's not just that the emotions are muted; I can't feel them at all when I'm wearing the gloves. We do need the insight into the emotional relevance.

Nothing at all, really... how dangerous does she think her emotions are...?

[he shakes his head]

Let's find out what we can, and then return.

[he's going to touch the muddy sheet that ford's picked up]

Touching the sheet, you feel camaraderie and affection, a surprised appreciation, and eager anticipation and amusement. And a little turned on.

[raven's just low-key horny this entire heart game]

... more "Belonging". That just leaves... the leaves.

[helpfully]

I think we need regret and loneliness.

The claw is probably "Regret"... unless we can find anything more fitting. But I doubt it.

I thought you said it was too strong. We don't need her to regret that much.

I know. But if there's nothing else... what other option is there? Even if her feelings are strong, too strong, incredibly painful... they're still important.

[...For now, he picks it up, since he does have the gloves on. He may as well keep it on hand.]

All right.

[raven is going to grasp the switchblade for some reprieve, and then stick his hand in the leaf pile]

The leaves are a small pile of prototypical green oak leaves, despite the lack of trees in this field.

When you touch them, you feel a foreign and unexpected sense of rapport—and concern that because it's coming from an unexpected quarter, it might not last. Or even be real.

...

Glory, I'm beginning to think you should have a sconce labeled "Anxiety"...

Ha! Maybe that's what the whole field is, if it keeps popping up.

[he lifts up the sheet]

This one was... fine. It was a feeling of... affection, and closeness to others. This must have been attached to a happy memory. The bead is something like relief, but it's anxious, too. The sheet feels like the odd one out.

Hmmm. Maybe the place is more about working together with people, for better or worse.

[glancing around the field]

It's so large, but empty... this feels lonely just by itself.

[starts getting to his feet]

Let's take all of them. I can hold the sheet and the bead, if you want to take the claw and the leaves.

I can probably carry all of them... Are you sure?

Let me carry some of the weight. Not that these weigh very much...

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