Dream Heart

[othellovonryan]

Noise.

It starts as just irritation. A metaphorical crawling under your skin. Things are too noisy, too bright, there is too much happening all the time and you can't take it all in-

Then silence it, make it yours, make it you, take control and destroy what will not submit

It sounds so inviting, a freedom from the noise, but its wrong, its wrong, its wrong and the noise is getting louder, mechanical and foreboding as it sees you, it knows you are there, and it wants to make you apart of it.

Anatawa hitorijanai

For a moment, there is quiet.

You breathe.

And fall through water.

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[othellovonryan]

A time machine is possible, you just also need to be requesting certain kind of omelettes. Its a thing.

Though what that does in Heart Dream Land, I do not even know.

Rinku now has Laser Drone. Its a drone! With a laser! She can use the phone settings of her microwave to control it, or attach another thing to be a controller.

[roundandaround]

This is clearly the coolest thing ever and she's gonna fly it around the junkyard for a while, getting very distracted from whatever she was supposed to be doing.

...Wait, what is she supposed to be doing?

Drone recalled and put into her inventory, she's gonna try combining as many Tron-line rocks as she can to see what those do.

[othellovonryan]

They are-

Rocks.

These are rocks.

Though as she's playing with them, sometimes she gets an item, sometimes she gets recipes.

Like so. The various different things you can use stone to make! You can make stone blocks! Slabs, stairs, walls! You can even get them carved with cool designs! Stones on stones on stones.

[roundandaround]

Oooooh. More stones and stone objects go into the inventory. ...And then a bunch of assorted electronics, because maybe she'll get some ideas for what to do with them later.

As she explores the junkyard, is there anything else of note?

[othellovonryan]

There is a kind of feeling as she collects things, as she enjoys the process of creation.

This is a place where people throw things away, old junk left abandoned, but there are such possibilities here. Old can be made new and made better with a little determination and okay, quite a lot of cleverness.

The junkyard is a place of note because it is a place of possibilities that anyone can gather from.

[roundandaround]

"So it's... happy!"

This seems right to her. It feels like there's something more she should add to that, something fun and bouncy and spinny, maybe? But she's not sure who she is right now, much less where, much less what feels like the right thing to say.

Well, she smiles anyway, and she pockets a few more things and hugs the nearest large object to send back the happy feeling to wherever it came from. Then it's back to the riverbank to see what's going on there.