She’s not certain how to feel about all of this. Her own death hasn’t been too frightening a prospect for a while now, but the idea of the entire world being gone as well - even Yumi and Ja Hyun - she, well, hates that. And the explanations of how she’s still conscious despite being dead have only served to confuse her more. Re-coding, database, digitization - none of these words make any sense to her; but she’s aware that they mean that something strange has been done to her, and that leaves her highly unsettled.
Still, it seems there’s not much she can do about it at this time. All she can hope for is to find someone familiar, or at least friendly, to help get her to her new home.
She can hear the faint splash of water in the lobby, but isn’t certain she can pinpoint it. Is it some sort of fountain? She’s still inside the building, isn’t she? Well, if she gets too close to it, she’ll feel the edge of the basin before she can run into it. As long as she moves through the space slowly, she should be fine.
Unfortunately for Soru, it’s not a fountain and there’s not a basin. It’s a pool and there’s no railing to it. She attempts to step onto ground that isn’t there, finds her foot unsupported, and falls into the water with a shriek.
[DTF]
Good news, everyone! Soru has figured out her DTF. Or at least how to access it and make it corporeal. Her hands caress it gently as she sits with it on the walkway outside of the Hub, marveling at its soft, downy feathers. She’s never had a pet before; this must be what it’s like! From what she can tell, it’s an oversized chick of some sort - around as big as a teapot - and it seems to like her, chirping softly as she pets it.
“Hmm...I wonder if I have to feed you?” She asks it cheerfully, finding its head for some gentle scritches. “But you’re not a real animal, are you? Maybe I’m not real, either, in this place...” That’s actually a good question. Does she have to eat?
[Tea Ceremony]
Her nose is what leads her on this adventure. The smell of tea is pleasantly familiar to her, as is the feel of porcelain in her hands. She very carefully arranges herself at the table, aware that most of the objects she’s going to interact with here are hot and potentially spill-able. It’s probably technically rude to go around sniffing a bunch of different teapots, but she decides not to worry about it; this place seems to have different rules of etiquette, and she has no choice but to find and pour her own tea anyway.
The smell of Pu-erh is distinct and again carries that pleasant familiarity to it, so she carefully pours herself a cup. She’s pretty proud of the job she’s done - no burns or scalding, and as far as she can tell, she hasn’t even spilled any! She gives the fragrant brew a sip and lowers the cup slightly, breathing in the steam and enjoying the peaceful stillness of the moment.
A stillness that seems to last longer than expected. Her hands continue to grasp the warm cup, even when she tells them to set it down on the table. Everything in her body seems to be - stuck. The only thing she can move is her head, glancing sightlessly around as her breathing begins to quicken.
It's nearly impossible for her to tell if anyone is nearby, but she calls out anyway, praying for a kind soul to stop by. At least she can still speak - perhaps she can even gather up the courage to yell.
Princess Soru | Twilight Poem
She’s not certain how to feel about all of this. Her own death hasn’t been too frightening a prospect for a while now, but the idea of the entire world being gone as well - even Yumi and Ja Hyun - she, well, hates that. And the explanations of how she’s still conscious despite being dead have only served to confuse her more. Re-coding, database, digitization - none of these words make any sense to her; but she’s aware that they mean that something strange has been done to her, and that leaves her highly unsettled.
Still, it seems there’s not much she can do about it at this time. All she can hope for is to find someone familiar, or at least friendly, to help get her to her new home.
She can hear the faint splash of water in the lobby, but isn’t certain she can pinpoint it. Is it some sort of fountain? She’s still inside the building, isn’t she? Well, if she gets too close to it, she’ll feel the edge of the basin before she can run into it. As long as she moves through the space slowly, she should be fine.
Unfortunately for Soru, it’s not a fountain and there’s not a basin. It’s a pool and there’s no railing to it. She attempts to step onto ground that isn’t there, finds her foot unsupported, and falls into the water with a shriek.
[DTF]
Good news, everyone! Soru has figured out her DTF. Or at least how to access it and make it corporeal. Her hands caress it gently as she sits with it on the walkway outside of the Hub, marveling at its soft, downy feathers. She’s never had a pet before; this must be what it’s like! From what she can tell, it’s an oversized chick of some sort - around as big as a teapot - and it seems to like her, chirping softly as she pets it.
“Hmm...I wonder if I have to feed you?” She asks it cheerfully, finding its head for some gentle scritches. “But you’re not a real animal, are you? Maybe I’m not real, either, in this place...” That’s actually a good question. Does she have to eat?
[Tea Ceremony]
Her nose is what leads her on this adventure. The smell of tea is pleasantly familiar to her, as is the feel of porcelain in her hands. She very carefully arranges herself at the table, aware that most of the objects she’s going to interact with here are hot and potentially spill-able. It’s probably technically rude to go around sniffing a bunch of different teapots, but she decides not to worry about it; this place seems to have different rules of etiquette, and she has no choice but to find and pour her own tea anyway.
The smell of Pu-erh is distinct and again carries that pleasant familiarity to it, so she carefully pours herself a cup. She’s pretty proud of the job she’s done - no burns or scalding, and as far as she can tell, she hasn’t even spilled any! She gives the fragrant brew a sip and lowers the cup slightly, breathing in the steam and enjoying the peaceful stillness of the moment.
A stillness that seems to last longer than expected. Her hands continue to grasp the warm cup, even when she tells them to set it down on the table. Everything in her body seems to be - stuck. The only thing she can move is her head, glancing sightlessly around as her breathing begins to quicken.
It's nearly impossible for her to tell if anyone is nearby, but she calls out anyway, praying for a kind soul to stop by. At least she can still speak - perhaps she can even gather up the courage to yell.
"Ah....help, please...!"