Throughout his journey, he hasn't come across another soul, and everything around him looks recently abandoned, as though someone was planning on coming back at any minute.
The place would be very comfortable if it were not so uncanny.
The lights buzz faintly, and a door that wasn't there before appears to his left.
Inside is what looks like the interior of a 1960s home, complete with awkward wallpaper and a vinyl record player playing jazz tunes. Way, way beyond the tech level of anything that exists in the world so far.
Heartaches, heartaches...
As he walks into the room, every step reveals different shadows, figures of past tenants frozen in time, half-remembered over the centuries.
What does it matter how my heart breaks?
The door closes gently shut behind him. The walls seem to be breathing as the decorations change to winged snakes and pictures of the sky, storms, and mountains.
I should be happy with someone new...
Eventually, something draws his eye to the mat. "Welcome, Ivis!"
Inside is what looks like the interior of a 1960s home, complete with awkward wallpaper and a vinyl record player playing jazz tunes. Way, way beyond the tech level of anything that exists in the world so far.
Heartaches, heartaches...
As he walks into the room, every step reveals different shadows, figures of past tenants frozen in time, half-remembered over the centuries.
What does it matter how my heart breaks?
The door closes gently shut behind him. The walls seem to be breathing as the decorations change to winged snakes and pictures of the sky, storms, and mountains.
I should be happy with someone new...
Eventually, something draws his eye to the mat. "Welcome, Ivis!"
He goes through the door.
Inside is what looks like the interior of a 1960s home, complete with awkward wallpaper and a vinyl record player playing jazz tunes. Way, way beyond the tech level of anything that exists in the world so far.
Heartaches, heartaches...
As he walks into the room, every step reveals different shadows, figures of past tenants frozen in time, half-remembered over the centuries.
What does it matter how my heart breaks?
The door closes gently shut behind him. The walls seem to be breathing as the decorations change to winged snakes and pictures of the sky, storms, and mountains.
I should be happy with someone new...
Eventually, something draws his eye to the mat. "Welcome, Ivis!"
But my heart aches for you...
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Hello???”
"Yes?" comes a distorted voice. A phone hanging off the wall in the kitchen seems to be the source.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Who are you?”
"Podmorski. Would you like some room service?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“What?”
"I am the ship. Is there anything you would like delivered to your room? Food, reading material, etcetera?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Uhh…food?”
There is about 10 seconds of silence. Then, there is a knock at the door. "If there is anything else we can do for you, don't hesitate to call us."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“That was quick.”
he opens the door.
Sitting on the floor is a covered silver platter, the light shining down on it being the only one in the hallway that is lit.
It is so well-polished that he can see his reflection in it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*i have to go.*
*Bye!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hi*
*heylo*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*328!*
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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Extended Signature
*Good morning everyone.*
Podmorski has settled down near the oasis. It has collected quite a few guests so far.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*By the way, Podmorski is a living building*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hi*