[my god. well. heart is taking these papers and examining them almost tiredly.]
I see. That's horrifying, what the hell. ahh??] I don't know about other observation centers...when we checked the cabins ourselves to prepare them for everyone we didn't find anything like this. And I hate to ask but, uh, was this face...watching you guys? Following you with its eyes and everything.
I'd say it was more like a picture of a face, but I could not look at it for very long either. Why would you ask that? [ wish he knew what an emoji is too, that'd be cool ] Did you not build the cabins yourselves? It's strange to think that all this equipment would show up with the residuals that followed us.
Because it sounds creepy and I wouldn't put it past someone to imagine it and pull it from their own experiences. Need I remind you that some of you came from a house that ate people?
...but no. We didn't build the cabins ourselves, we're just maintaining the grounds and have for as long as we've been here.
[ vore house....... he looks a little disturbed by that after swvore, but nods. ]
Well, I can assure you I had no idea what I was looking at in that surveillance room. So if it was anyone's residual, it certainly wasn't ours. [ which is part of what makes it strange—did such a thing connect to any of their experiences so far? though someone's horrible modern brain could probably conjure up an evil emoji screen, yeah. ] Perhaps something predated you. Or it is some worldly remnant that we brought with us. Either way, I don't enjoy the prospect that we're being watched.
It's entirely possible that it's more of a collection of ideas than anything belonging to any one person. Things do tend to manifest in mysterious ways...[they seem a bit perplexed by that as well. but also no, watching bad.]
I can honestly say that the cabin you broke into is one of a kind. Everywhere else isn't equip with the same materials or resources, so if someone was, perhaps, watching...well they likely aren't anymore. Especially given you burned down the building.
I suppose I should take that as some small relief, then.
[ His expression still seems troubled, though. Even if they had burnt the place to the ground, had they really solved what the point of such a room was, the reason why it existed at all? Did it have any purpose at all, besides to rattle them?
Just something to keep digging for, he supposes. ]
There is one last thing. [ And this—this takes him a moment, a second passing as he articulates his thoughts and tries to keep them composed. ] As you say, it could've all been the house reacting to our presence. But when I looked in the mirror, just for a second—I thought I saw someone leaving.
[ Maybe it was just Neena's ghost, another trick of the heart and eye. Nothing to read into at all. But for him—he needs to know. His mind—lately balanced on a cliff's edge he cannot see, filled with growing, burgeoning white noise and nightmares, his senses skewed by grief—he has to ask, the set of his jaw almost imperceptively tighter. ]
Is it likely that I was just... imagining it?
[ Was it a ghost that this place had conjured, or that his own mind had? ]
[well isn't that a wild question. there's a pause for a moment, thinking to themselves as they try to find an acceptable answer.]
...most likely, yes. Those places are the kind where you can't always trust what you're seeing. It's unfortunate, but it is a time and a lesson to learn how to trust your own instincts and not what's presented at face value.
Have more faith in yourself, Dimitri. You'd be surprised. [but they bow their head in return.] Don't mention it though. My time is yours whenever you'd like. So...I'm sure I'll see you again soon.
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I see. That's horrifying, what the hell. ahh??] I don't know about other observation centers...when we checked the cabins ourselves to prepare them for everyone we didn't find anything like this. And I hate to ask but, uh, was this face...watching you guys? Following you with its eyes and everything.
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I'd say it was more like a picture of a face, but I could not look at it for very long either. Why would you ask that? [ wish he knew what an emoji is too, that'd be cool ] Did you not build the cabins yourselves? It's strange to think that all this equipment would show up with the residuals that followed us.
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...but no. We didn't build the cabins ourselves, we're just maintaining the grounds and have for as long as we've been here.
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Well, I can assure you I had no idea what I was looking at in that surveillance room. So if it was anyone's residual, it certainly wasn't ours. [ which is part of what makes it strange—did such a thing connect to any of their experiences so far? though someone's horrible modern brain could probably conjure up an evil emoji screen, yeah. ] Perhaps something predated you. Or it is some worldly remnant that we brought with us. Either way, I don't enjoy the prospect that we're being watched.
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I can honestly say that the cabin you broke into is one of a kind. Everywhere else isn't equip with the same materials or resources, so if someone was, perhaps, watching...well they likely aren't anymore. Especially given you burned down the building.
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[ His expression still seems troubled, though. Even if they had burnt the place to the ground, had they really solved what the point of such a room was, the reason why it existed at all? Did it have any purpose at all, besides to rattle them?
Just something to keep digging for, he supposes. ]
There is one last thing. [ And this—this takes him a moment, a second passing as he articulates his thoughts and tries to keep them composed. ] As you say, it could've all been the house reacting to our presence. But when I looked in the mirror, just for a second—I thought I saw someone leaving.
[ Maybe it was just Neena's ghost, another trick of the heart and eye. Nothing to read into at all. But for him—he needs to know. His mind—lately balanced on a cliff's edge he cannot see, filled with growing, burgeoning white noise and nightmares, his senses skewed by grief—he has to ask, the set of his jaw almost imperceptively tighter. ]
Is it likely that I was just... imagining it?
[ Was it a ghost that this place had conjured, or that his own mind had? ]
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...most likely, yes. Those places are the kind where you can't always trust what you're seeing. It's unfortunate, but it is a time and a lesson to learn how to trust your own instincts and not what's presented at face value.
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he breathes out, slow and quiet. ]
I'm not sure whether I can trust either my eyes or my instincts.
[ he'd have to try, but it's easier said than done. he pushes back his chair, bowing neatly. ]
I'll leave you to it, Purple Heart. Thank you for your time.
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