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Post by Zero on May 1, 2013 15:48:37 GMT -5
When she finally opened her eyes, she could see into the bottom of the drawer. Amid the mess of vomit, was an object taped to the inside. It was a key. The taping seemed deliberate, as though it was meant to be seen after falling for the trap. It didn't seem meant to be covered in vomit, however.
Key:
- A black key, taped to the bottom of the drawer.
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Post by Mei Kasonoda on May 1, 2013 16:16:02 GMT -5
Mei stared down at the key, with every limb of her body drooped down.
"...Well, fuck my life."
She wiped the few drips of vomit off her face, then hesitantly reached into the drawer...
"Ugh...!"
...And picked the key up with her bare fingers.
"I'm gonna kill whoever built this fucking ship..."
Anxious to get the gross key out of her hand, she placed her feet on the metal desk and pushed off, toward the wooden cabinet. She didn't have as much force in her push as before, but she had exerted so much energy already that a tired apathy had set in.
When she arrived, she put the key into the hole, and gave it a twist.
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Post by Zero on May 1, 2013 16:35:48 GMT -5
The wooden cabinet opened successfully. Once unlocked, the mere momentum from removing the key caused the cabinet to open all the way.
Wooden Cabinet:
- It was very dark inside the cabinet. She couldn't even see the back wall of it clearly.
- But from what she could see, it contained rows of vacuum-sealed packs, each containing some sort of snack food. They were all dry and dehydrated, as if prepared specifically to be stored in a zero gravity environment.
- The rows were all fastened to the floor of the shelf. However, there appeared to be something trapped under one of them.
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Post by Mei Kasonoda on May 1, 2013 16:43:11 GMT -5
"...You've gotta be kidding me. PLEASE tell me there's a card in here somewhere."
She reached her hands in, and violently pulled the rows of snacks out of the shelf, hoping to find something under them.
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Post by Zero on May 1, 2013 16:48:58 GMT -5
The snacks flew off in different directions, bouncing off the walls no differently than the office supplies. Two other things flew out, which seemed to have been what was stuck under the snacks.
8-sided die (first):
- A green die, with 8 sides.
8-sided die (second):
- Another green die, with 8 sides.
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Post by Mei Kasonoda on May 3, 2013 10:36:04 GMT -5
"Argh!"
Ignoring the dice, Mei slammed the cabinet shut in desperation. The doors came back open from the impact, and continued to swing back and forth.
Looking for anywhere else that the card could be hidden, she kicked herself off toward the mirror next.
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Post by Zero on May 3, 2013 10:52:55 GMT -5
As she floated toward the mirror, she noticed a green 4-sided die taped to it. It was the same color as the other dice she had seen. Tall Mirror- Attached to the wall, not far to the bookshelf. - It was quite dirty. - There was a 4-sided die taped to it. 4-sided die:- A green die with 4 sides. However, just as she got within grabbing distance of it, she noticed how odd her face looked in her reflection. There were huge rings under her eyes. She looked incredibly weak and malnourished. If not for her familiar clothes, she would almost have looked like a stranger to herself. Her hair was a mess, and her overall body shape looked like that a rag-doll pinned to a wall. It was as though she hadn't gotten any exercise for the last 20 years. Just then, a sharp memory hit her...  |
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Post by Mei Kasonoda on May 3, 2013 13:23:27 GMT -5
Mei gasped in shock. Her head suddenly began to feel light and uneasy. She placed her hands on her face as she tried to keep herself under control.
"Dat... dat freak... in the photo..."
She could remember him vividly now. He had appeared like a ghost out of nowhere, in the shot of a picture she took in a graveyard.
"It was him... that son of a bitch!"
She punched the mirror with her fist, making a small crack in it. Off from the mirror flew the 4-sided die which had been taped to it. As it passed by her face, she came to a realization. What if this was all some kind of test, devised by the masked freak that had kidnapped her? What if this was all just a sick game?
"Nonary game..."
She remembered those words well. They were some of the last words she heard before passing out.
"The Nonary game..."
Maybe she was right. If she could win this "game" she had been placed in, maybe she could find the Life card and get out of there. As stupid as the idea sounded, she didn't exactly have anything better to work with.
She raised her hand and caught the die that had flown past her. The way it had been taped to the mirror seemed rather deliberate. She had seen others like it in the room only moments ago... what if they were the key to saving her life?
"Hah! Take that, you masked fucker! I've figured you out!"
Holding the 4-sided die tightly in her hand, she scanned the room for the two 8-sided dice, which she had sent flying around the room.
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Post by Zero on May 3, 2013 13:38:56 GMT -5
She saw one as it passed by the window near the bed. It had lost no momentum from the initial shove. The other was on its way down from the ceiling, having bounced right off the hatch that was shielding her from her demise. Both of the dice still in full motion, it was not easy to keep track of them.
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