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-> Chroma passes by Gallery's cottage, not knowing it was there

☆ huh, exclamania really is much larger than i was expecting... ☆

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she was actually holding two big boxes pull of never developed polaroid pictures. walking out with them she unknowingly tripped and spilled them everywhere "ah ah f^ck"

-> Chroma notices the polaroids and Gallery

☆ hey, do you need help with picking those up? ☆

the moth looks at chroma. staying quiet for a few seconds before sighing and nodding. "some some help would be appreciated.. im Gallary, you are?"

-> it begins picking up the polaroids, making sure not to damage them

☆ I'm Chroma. ☆

{shes also picking them up but being alot less careful} "what brings you over here???"

☆ just exploring, someone found the abandoned theatre i was living in ☆

☆ after talking to them i kinda decided that it would do good to explore outside of that place ☆

"oh oh, well... welcome i guess?? what do you do??" she asks as she dumps the polaroids in the box

☆ I... I dont remember. Or even know for that matter, but something... ☆

☆ Something kinda makes me feel like there is something i am supposed to be doing, especially since ive been asked that twice now ☆

"everyone everyone in exclamania is probably here for a reason, if not they just haven't figured it out. you'll find out maybe one day maybe soon" she smiled slightly and shrugged

☆ huh... ☆

☆ Definitely not something ominous that ill have to worry about later... ☆

"everything everything can be an omen with enough overthinking"

☆ yeah that makes sense. ☆

“You said you had been living in a theater? Why’s that??”

☆ I dont know, I just woke up there. ☆

☆ All I remember was that my head.., or lack of one i guess, hurt when i woke up. ☆

-> Despite Chroma saying it had no head when it woke up, it very much well has a head now.

“…usually usually i don’t offer this to just anyone- but… uh… maybe i Can help?”

She gets up after finishing putting the scattered pictures in the boxes

☆ i mean, im not sure how you could help with the whole not remembering thing ☆

-> Chroma realizes that saying that sounded a bit harsh, even if it wasnt to anyone else

☆ no offense ☆

“No no problem, most people don’t even know about me… and it might be dangerous”

☆ dangerous? ☆

"ok ok- well maybe more or less unpredictable... memories are a sensitive thing"

☆ huh... ☆

☆ what do you mean by sensitive? ☆

"most most memories hold alot of emotion and meaning. let me show you'' she gestured for render to follow as she walked towards her house.

-> Chroma follows behind Gallery

☆ alright... ☆

"might might be a bit small for you" she giggled and left the door open as she walked through. it wasnt tall enough for render to simply walk through, she might need to crouch.

-> Chroma crouches down in an attempt to fit through the door

“This This way”

She walked towards ⏃ room adjacent to the living room.

☆ alright ☆

-> Chroma is trying its best to not knock over anything with its tail

as they enter the room its filled with filing cabinets and different pictures. "whats whats your name again?" she asked while flipping through her book.

☆ Chroma ☆

☆ for some reason my other name isnt working. ☆

"lemme lemme seeee... c....c...ch...." she scanned through her cabinets

-> chroma just kinda sits there, waiting

she pulls out a small box. "hm... its not... its not... filled correctly- when have you been presenting with this name??"

☆ just recently. ☆

☆ the one i would have been using just doesnt work for some reason. ☆

"well well what is it?"

she looked at chrome

☆ ok so uh... ☆

☆ whenever i try saying it my voice just stops working. ☆

"write write it down" she gave her a piece of paper with a marker

-> Chroma sorta gives a blank stare

☆ I... uh... i dont have proper hands. ☆

-> Chroma's paws are more like mittens at the moment

“…that… that sucks….”

She shook her head.

“Well well then Can you spell it out?”

☆ Alright... ☆

☆ S, A- ☆

-> its voice stops working again, something/someone doesnt want it revealing that

She watched for a moment and sighed once more.

“That’s thats fine- we Should do it the old fashioned way then…”

She put out her hand?? Paw???

-> awkwardly, Chroma tries to grab Gallery's paw/hand but kinda cant because of a distinct lack of digits

she shook her head. "did did not expect for this to happen- are you really sure you want to know somethings..?"

☆ yeah... ☆

☆ waking up with little to no memories sucked. ☆

"okay okay, got it!" she thought hard about it. ". . .there might be some-.." she held up her camera. "do do you mind if i take a picture?"

☆ i dont mind. ☆

she snaps a photo. it comes out as a small little polaroid. she quickly runs to her photo development room and puts it in a little tub thingy full of liquid. "okay- this better work.."

-> chroma just kinda waits, not sure whats happening

she waits for moments "sorry sorry this is the longest part i swear"

☆ eh, dont worry. ☆

Taking out the photo from the liquid she lets it dry hanging up. Once it does she looks at it.

“Oh oh! Your meant to render things, this is a memory of you coming to exclamania”

☆ wait can i see? ☆

-> Chroma is sorta focused now on getting to see the memory

“Uh… uh- yeah sure”

She hesitated but gave the photo to chroma. The picture itself was of chroma getting into the game somehow. So how would it correlate to finding out their purpose?

-> Chroma just stares at the photo.

☆ I... I cant make anything out in this. Its like theres three photos in place of one... ☆

“This Can happen in cases like yours…”

She muttered quietly.

“It’s not much when you look at it anyways..”

She’s holding out from you…

-> Chroma is confused, but also sorta scared

☆ hey... can i give you a hug? ☆

☆ as thanks for helping me figure out what im supposed to do. ☆

“Oh- … oh uhm…”

She thinks for a bit, wings twitching behind her.

“Yes yes- I’m… sure that’ll help you feel a bit better about this situation. Yes- i am available for a hug”

She opened her two upper arms higher to be able to reach chroma atleast. The two lower arms staying slightly up.

☆ thanks... ☆

-> Chroma gently wraps its arms around Gallery, not really sure how to feel about the photo

At first she awkwardly leans into chroma. Giving it a small Pat on the back. But even so- she calmed down after taking a deep breath. Relaxing into the plushed chroma…

“Things things will work out…”

She murmured quietly.

-> Chroma, being in the soft and warm form it is, begins to purr.

☆ thanks... ☆

-> despite only having of said thanks twice, she feels like its repeated herself a bit too much

She thought about things… and felt like giving in.

“There there… could be… one way… of seeing that memory…”

She muttered sheepishly.

☆ wait, theres a way to actually not make the memory be a pain to look at? ☆

“Kinda Kinda… Uhm… but It’s slightly dangerous…”

She warned

☆ Im willing to risk it ☆

"alright alright... just stay close to me got it? dont wander off and if anything happens we will leave ok?"

☆ Alright...☆

-> Chroma passes by Gallery's cottage, not knowing it was there

☆ huh, exclamania really is much larger than i was expecting... ☆

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she was actually holding two big boxes pull of never developed polaroid pictures. walking out with them she unknowingly tripped and spilled them everywhere "ah ah f^ck"

-> Chroma notices the polaroids and Gallery

☆ hey, do you need help with picking those up? ☆

the moth looks at chroma. staying quiet for a few seconds before sighing and nodding. "some some help would be appreciated.. im Gallary, you are?"

-> it begins picking up the polaroids, making sure not to damage them

☆ I'm Chroma. ☆

{shes also picking them up but being alot less careful} "what brings you over here???"

☆ just exploring, someone found the abandoned theatre i was living in ☆

☆ after talking to them i kinda decided that it would do good to explore outside of that place ☆

"oh oh, well... welcome i guess?? what do you do??" she asks as she dumps the polaroids in the box

☆ I... I dont remember. Or even know for that matter, but something... ☆

☆ Something kinda makes me feel like there is something i am supposed to be doing, especially since ive been asked that twice now ☆

"everyone everyone in exclamania is probably here for a reason, if not they just haven't figured it out. you'll find out maybe one day maybe soon" she smiled slightly and shrugged

☆ huh... ☆

☆ Definitely not something ominous that ill have to worry about later... ☆

"everything everything can be an omen with enough overthinking"

☆ yeah that makes sense. ☆

“You said you had been living in a theater? Why’s that??”

☆ I dont know, I just woke up there. ☆

☆ All I remember was that my head.., or lack of one i guess, hurt when i woke up. ☆

-> Despite Chroma saying it had no head when it woke up, it very much well has a head now.

“…usually usually i don’t offer this to just anyone- but… uh… maybe i Can help?”

She gets up after finishing putting the scattered pictures in the boxes

☆ i mean, im not sure how you could help with the whole not remembering thing ☆

-> Chroma realizes that saying that sounded a bit harsh, even if it wasnt to anyone else

☆ no offense ☆

“No no problem, most people don’t even know about me… and it might be dangerous”

☆ dangerous? ☆

"ok ok- well maybe more or less unpredictable... memories are a sensitive thing"

☆ huh... ☆

☆ what do you mean by sensitive? ☆

"most most memories hold alot of emotion and meaning. let me show you'' she gestured for render to follow as she walked towards her house.

-> Chroma follows behind Gallery

☆ alright... ☆

"might might be a bit small for you" she giggled and left the door open as she walked through. it wasnt tall enough for render to simply walk through, she might need to crouch.

-> Chroma crouches down in an attempt to fit through the door

“This This way”

She walked towards ⏃ room adjacent to the living room.

☆ alright ☆

-> Chroma is trying its best to not knock over anything with its tail

as they enter the room its filled with filing cabinets and different pictures. "whats whats your name again?" she asked while flipping through her book.

☆ Chroma ☆

☆ for some reason my other name isnt working. ☆

"lemme lemme seeee... c....c...ch...." she scanned through her cabinets

-> chroma just kinda sits there, waiting

she pulls out a small box. "hm... its not... its not... filled correctly- when have you been presenting with this name??"

☆ just recently. ☆

☆ the one i would have been using just doesnt work for some reason. ☆

"well well what is it?"

she looked at chrome

☆ ok so uh... ☆

☆ whenever i try saying it my voice just stops working. ☆

"write write it down" she gave her a piece of paper with a marker

-> Chroma sorta gives a blank stare

☆ I... uh... i dont have proper hands. ☆

-> Chroma's paws are more like mittens at the moment

“…that… that sucks….”

She shook her head.

“Well well then Can you spell it out?”

☆ Alright... ☆

☆ S, A- ☆

-> its voice stops working again, something/someone doesnt want it revealing that

She watched for a moment and sighed once more.

“That’s thats fine- we Should do it the old fashioned way then…”

She put out her hand?? Paw???

-> awkwardly, Chroma tries to grab Gallery's paw/hand but kinda cant because of a distinct lack of digits

she shook her head. "did did not expect for this to happen- are you really sure you want to know somethings..?"

☆ yeah... ☆

☆ waking up with little to no memories sucked. ☆

"okay okay, got it!" she thought hard about it. ". . .there might be some-.." she held up her camera. "do do you mind if i take a picture?"

☆ i dont mind. ☆

she snaps a photo. it comes out as a small little polaroid. she quickly runs to her photo development room and puts it in a little tub thingy full of liquid. "okay- this better work.."

-> chroma just kinda waits, not sure whats happening

she waits for moments "sorry sorry this is the longest part i swear"

☆ eh, dont worry. ☆

Taking out the photo from the liquid she lets it dry hanging up. Once it does she looks at it.

“Oh oh! Your meant to render things, this is a memory of you coming to exclamania”

☆ wait can i see? ☆

-> Chroma is sorta focused now on getting to see the memory

“Uh… uh- yeah sure”

She hesitated but gave the photo to chroma. The picture itself was of chroma getting into the game somehow. So how would it correlate to finding out their purpose?

-> Chroma just stares at the photo.

☆ I... I cant make anything out in this. Its like theres three photos in place of one... ☆

“This Can happen in cases like yours…”

She muttered quietly.

“It’s not much when you look at it anyways..”

She’s holding out from you…

-> Chroma is confused, but also sorta scared

☆ hey... can i give you a hug? ☆

☆ as thanks for helping me figure out what im supposed to do. ☆

“Oh- … oh uhm…”

She thinks for a bit, wings twitching behind her.

“Yes yes- I’m… sure that’ll help you feel a bit better about this situation. Yes- i am available for a hug”

She opened her two upper arms higher to be able to reach chroma atleast. The two lower arms staying slightly up.

☆ thanks... ☆

-> Chroma gently wraps its arms around Gallery, not really sure how to feel about the photo

At first she awkwardly leans into chroma. Giving it a small Pat on the back. But even so- she calmed down after taking a deep breath. Relaxing into the plushed chroma…

“Things things will work out…”

She murmured quietly.

-> Chroma, being in the soft and warm form it is, begins to purr.

☆ thanks... ☆

-> despite only having of said thanks twice, she feels like its repeated herself a bit too much

She thought about things… and felt like giving in.

“There there… could be… one way… of seeing that memory…”

She muttered sheepishly.

☆ wait, theres a way to actually not make the memory be a pain to look at? ☆

“Kinda Kinda… Uhm… but It’s slightly dangerous…”

She warned

☆ Im willing to risk it ☆

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-> Chroma passes by Gallery's cottage, not knowing it was there

☆ huh, exclamania really is much larger than i was expecting... ☆

[@rendererexclaim]

she was actually holding two big boxes pull of never developed polaroid pictures. walking out with them she unknowingly tripped and spilled them everywhere "ah ah f^ck"

-> Chroma notices the polaroids and Gallery

☆ hey, do you need help with picking those up? ☆

the moth looks at chroma. staying quiet for a few seconds before sighing and nodding. "some some help would be appreciated.. im Gallary, you are?"

-> it begins picking up the polaroids, making sure not to damage them

☆ I'm Chroma. ☆

{shes also picking them up but being alot less careful} "what brings you over here???"

☆ just exploring, someone found the abandoned theatre i was living in ☆

☆ after talking to them i kinda decided that it would do good to explore outside of that place ☆

"oh oh, well... welcome i guess?? what do you do??" she asks as she dumps the polaroids in the box

☆ I... I dont remember. Or even know for that matter, but something... ☆

☆ Something kinda makes me feel like there is something i am supposed to be doing, especially since ive been asked that twice now ☆

"everyone everyone in exclamania is probably here for a reason, if not they just haven't figured it out. you'll find out maybe one day maybe soon" she smiled slightly and shrugged

☆ huh... ☆

☆ Definitely not something ominous that ill have to worry about later... ☆

"everything everything can be an omen with enough overthinking"

☆ yeah that makes sense. ☆

“You said you had been living in a theater? Why’s that??”

☆ I dont know, I just woke up there. ☆

☆ All I remember was that my head.., or lack of one i guess, hurt when i woke up. ☆

-> Despite Chroma saying it had no head when it woke up, it very much well has a head now.

“…usually usually i don’t offer this to just anyone- but… uh… maybe i Can help?”

She gets up after finishing putting the scattered pictures in the boxes

☆ i mean, im not sure how you could help with the whole not remembering thing ☆

-> Chroma realizes that saying that sounded a bit harsh, even if it wasnt to anyone else

☆ no offense ☆

“No no problem, most people don’t even know about me… and it might be dangerous”

☆ dangerous? ☆

"ok ok- well maybe more or less unpredictable... memories are a sensitive thing"

☆ huh... ☆

☆ what do you mean by sensitive? ☆

"most most memories hold alot of emotion and meaning. let me show you'' she gestured for render to follow as she walked towards her house.

-> Chroma follows behind Gallery

☆ alright... ☆

"might might be a bit small for you" she giggled and left the door open as she walked through. it wasnt tall enough for render to simply walk through, she might need to crouch.

-> Chroma crouches down in an attempt to fit through the door

“This This way”

She walked towards ⏃ room adjacent to the living room.

☆ alright ☆

-> Chroma is trying its best to not knock over anything with its tail

as they enter the room its filled with filing cabinets and different pictures. "whats whats your name again?" she asked while flipping through her book.

☆ Chroma ☆

☆ for some reason my other name isnt working. ☆

"lemme lemme seeee... c....c...ch...." she scanned through her cabinets

-> chroma just kinda sits there, waiting

she pulls out a small box. "hm... its not... its not... filled correctly- when have you been presenting with this name??"

☆ just recently. ☆

☆ the one i would have been using just doesnt work for some reason. ☆

"well well what is it?"

she looked at chrome

☆ ok so uh... ☆

☆ whenever i try saying it my voice just stops working. ☆

"write write it down" she gave her a piece of paper with a marker

-> Chroma sorta gives a blank stare

☆ I... uh... i dont have proper hands. ☆

-> Chroma's paws are more like mittens at the moment

“…that… that sucks….”

She shook her head.

“Well well then Can you spell it out?”

☆ Alright... ☆

☆ S, A- ☆

-> its voice stops working again, something/someone doesnt want it revealing that

She watched for a moment and sighed once more.

“That’s thats fine- we Should do it the old fashioned way then…”

She put out her hand?? Paw???

-> awkwardly, Chroma tries to grab Gallery's paw/hand but kinda cant because of a distinct lack of digits

she shook her head. "did did not expect for this to happen- are you really sure you want to know somethings..?"

☆ yeah... ☆

☆ waking up with little to no memories sucked. ☆

"okay okay, got it!" she thought hard about it. ". . .there might be some-.." she held up her camera. "do do you mind if i take a picture?"

☆ i dont mind. ☆

she snaps a photo. it comes out as a small little polaroid. she quickly runs to her photo development room and puts it in a little tub thingy full of liquid. "okay- this better work.."

-> chroma just kinda waits, not sure whats happening

she waits for moments "sorry sorry this is the longest part i swear"

☆ eh, dont worry. ☆

Taking out the photo from the liquid she lets it dry hanging up. Once it does she looks at it.

“Oh oh! Your meant to render things, this is a memory of you coming to exclamania”

☆ wait can i see? ☆

-> Chroma is sorta focused now on getting to see the memory

“Uh… uh- yeah sure”

She hesitated but gave the photo to chroma. The picture itself was of chroma getting into the game somehow. So how would it correlate to finding out their purpose?

-> Chroma just stares at the photo.

☆ I... I cant make anything out in this. Its like theres three photos in place of one... ☆

“This Can happen in cases like yours…”

She muttered quietly.

“It’s not much when you look at it anyways..”

She’s holding out from you…

-> Chroma is confused, but also sorta scared

☆ hey... can i give you a hug? ☆

☆ as thanks for helping me figure out what im supposed to do. ☆

“Oh- … oh uhm…”

She thinks for a bit, wings twitching behind her.

“Yes yes- I’m… sure that’ll help you feel a bit better about this situation. Yes- i am available for a hug”

She opened her two upper arms higher to be able to reach chroma atleast. The two lower arms staying slightly up.

☆ thanks... ☆

-> Chroma gently wraps its arms around Gallery, not really sure how to feel about the photo

At first she awkwardly leans into chroma. Giving it a small Pat on the back. But even so- she calmed down after taking a deep breath. Relaxing into the plushed chroma…

“Things things will work out…”

She murmured quietly.

-> Chroma, being in the soft and warm form it is, begins to purr.

☆ thanks... ☆

-> despite only having of said thanks twice, she feels like its repeated herself a bit too much

She thought about things… and felt like giving in.

“There there… could be… one way… of seeing that memory…”

She muttered sheepishly.

☆ wait, theres a way to actually not make the memory be a pain to look at? ☆

-> Chroma passes by Gallery's cottage, not knowing it was there

☆ huh, exclamania really is much larger than i was expecting... ☆

[@rendererexclaim]

she was actually holding two big boxes pull of never developed polaroid pictures. walking out with them she unknowingly tripped and spilled them everywhere "ah ah f^ck"

-> Chroma notices the polaroids and Gallery

☆ hey, do you need help with picking those up? ☆

the moth looks at chroma. staying quiet for a few seconds before sighing and nodding. "some some help would be appreciated.. im Gallary, you are?"

-> it begins picking up the polaroids, making sure not to damage them

☆ I'm Chroma. ☆

{shes also picking them up but being alot less careful} "what brings you over here???"

☆ just exploring, someone found the abandoned theatre i was living in ☆

☆ after talking to them i kinda decided that it would do good to explore outside of that place ☆

"oh oh, well... welcome i guess?? what do you do??" she asks as she dumps the polaroids in the box

☆ I... I dont remember. Or even know for that matter, but something... ☆

☆ Something kinda makes me feel like there is something i am supposed to be doing, especially since ive been asked that twice now ☆

"everyone everyone in exclamania is probably here for a reason, if not they just haven't figured it out. you'll find out maybe one day maybe soon" she smiled slightly and shrugged

☆ huh... ☆

☆ Definitely not something ominous that ill have to worry about later... ☆

"everything everything can be an omen with enough overthinking"

☆ yeah that makes sense. ☆

“You said you had been living in a theater? Why’s that??”

☆ I dont know, I just woke up there. ☆

☆ All I remember was that my head.., or lack of one i guess, hurt when i woke up. ☆

-> Despite Chroma saying it had no head when it woke up, it very much well has a head now.

“…usually usually i don’t offer this to just anyone- but… uh… maybe i Can help?”

She gets up after finishing putting the scattered pictures in the boxes

☆ i mean, im not sure how you could help with the whole not remembering thing ☆

-> Chroma realizes that saying that sounded a bit harsh, even if it wasnt to anyone else

☆ no offense ☆

“No no problem, most people don’t even know about me… and it might be dangerous”

☆ dangerous? ☆

"ok ok- well maybe more or less unpredictable... memories are a sensitive thing"

☆ huh... ☆

☆ what do you mean by sensitive? ☆

"most most memories hold alot of emotion and meaning. let me show you'' she gestured for render to follow as she walked towards her house.

-> Chroma follows behind Gallery

☆ alright... ☆

"might might be a bit small for you" she giggled and left the door open as she walked through. it wasnt tall enough for render to simply walk through, she might need to crouch.

-> Chroma crouches down in an attempt to fit through the door

“This This way”

She walked towards ⏃ room adjacent to the living room.

☆ alright ☆

-> Chroma is trying its best to not knock over anything with its tail

as they enter the room its filled with filing cabinets and different pictures. "whats whats your name again?" she asked while flipping through her book.

☆ Chroma ☆

☆ for some reason my other name isnt working. ☆

"lemme lemme seeee... c....c...ch...." she scanned through her cabinets

-> chroma just kinda sits there, waiting

she pulls out a small box. "hm... its not... its not... filled correctly- when have you been presenting with this name??"

☆ just recently. ☆

☆ the one i would have been using just doesnt work for some reason. ☆

"well well what is it?"

she looked at chrome

☆ ok so uh... ☆

☆ whenever i try saying it my voice just stops working. ☆

"write write it down" she gave her a piece of paper with a marker

-> Chroma sorta gives a blank stare

☆ I... uh... i dont have proper hands. ☆

-> Chroma's paws are more like mittens at the moment

“…that… that sucks….”

She shook her head.

“Well well then Can you spell it out?”

☆ Alright... ☆

☆ S, A- ☆

-> its voice stops working again, something/someone doesnt want it revealing that

She watched for a moment and sighed once more.

“That’s thats fine- we Should do it the old fashioned way then…”

She put out her hand?? Paw???

-> awkwardly, Chroma tries to grab Gallery's paw/hand but kinda cant because of a distinct lack of digits

she shook her head. "did did not expect for this to happen- are you really sure you want to know somethings..?"

☆ yeah... ☆

☆ waking up with little to no memories sucked. ☆

"okay okay, got it!" she thought hard about it. ". . .there might be some-.." she held up her camera. "do do you mind if i take a picture?"

☆ i dont mind. ☆

she snaps a photo. it comes out as a small little polaroid. she quickly runs to her photo development room and puts it in a little tub thingy full of liquid. "okay- this better work.."

-> chroma just kinda waits, not sure whats happening

she waits for moments "sorry sorry this is the longest part i swear"

☆ eh, dont worry. ☆

Taking out the photo from the liquid she lets it dry hanging up. Once it does she looks at it.

“Oh oh! Your meant to render things, this is a memory of you coming to exclamania”

☆ wait can i see? ☆

-> Chroma is sorta focused now on getting to see the memory

“Uh… uh- yeah sure”

She hesitated but gave the photo to chroma. The picture itself was of chroma getting into the game somehow. So how would it correlate to finding out their purpose?

-> Chroma just stares at the photo.

☆ I... I cant make anything out in this. Its like theres three photos in place of one... ☆

“This Can happen in cases like yours…”

She muttered quietly.

“It’s not much when you look at it anyways..”

She’s holding out from you…

-> Chroma is confused, but also sorta scared

☆ hey... can i give you a hug? ☆

☆ as thanks for helping me figure out what im supposed to do. ☆

“Oh- … oh uhm…”

She thinks for a bit, wings twitching behind her.

“Yes yes- I’m… sure that’ll help you feel a bit better about this situation. Yes- i am available for a hug”

She opened her two upper arms higher to be able to reach chroma atleast. The two lower arms staying slightly up.

☆ thanks... ☆

-> Chroma gently wraps its arms around Gallery, not really sure how to feel about the photo

At first she awkwardly leans into chroma. Giving it a small Pat on the back. But even so- she calmed down after taking a deep breath. Relaxing into the plushed chroma…

“Things things will work out…”

She murmured quietly.

#rendering...#yay!!! a hug has been given!

-> Chroma, being in the soft and warm form it is, begins to purr.

☆ thanks... ☆

-> despite only having of said thanks twice, she feels like its repeated herself a bit too much

(you should mention how chroma’s really comfy in the interaction w/ gallery :3)

[Ok! -V]

#voltt's response

-> Chroma passes by Gallery's cottage, not knowing it was there

☆ huh, exclamania really is much larger than i was expecting... ☆

[@rendererexclaim]

she was actually holding two big boxes pull of never developed polaroid pictures. walking out with them she unknowingly tripped and spilled them everywhere "ah ah f^ck"

-> Chroma notices the polaroids and Gallery

☆ hey, do you need help with picking those up? ☆

the moth looks at chroma. staying quiet for a few seconds before sighing and nodding. "some some help would be appreciated.. im Gallary, you are?"

-> it begins picking up the polaroids, making sure not to damage them

☆ I'm Chroma. ☆

{shes also picking them up but being alot less careful} "what brings you over here???"

☆ just exploring, someone found the abandoned theatre i was living in ☆

☆ after talking to them i kinda decided that it would do good to explore outside of that place ☆

"oh oh, well... welcome i guess?? what do you do??" she asks as she dumps the polaroids in the box

☆ I... I dont remember. Or even know for that matter, but something... ☆

☆ Something kinda makes me feel like there is something i am supposed to be doing, especially since ive been asked that twice now ☆

"everyone everyone in exclamania is probably here for a reason, if not they just haven't figured it out. you'll find out maybe one day maybe soon" she smiled slightly and shrugged

☆ huh... ☆

☆ Definitely not something ominous that ill have to worry about later... ☆

"everything everything can be an omen with enough overthinking"

☆ yeah that makes sense. ☆

“You said you had been living in a theater? Why’s that??”

☆ I dont know, I just woke up there. ☆

☆ All I remember was that my head.., or lack of one i guess, hurt when i woke up. ☆

-> Despite Chroma saying it had no head when it woke up, it very much well has a head now.

“…usually usually i don’t offer this to just anyone- but… uh… maybe i Can help?”

She gets up after finishing putting the scattered pictures in the boxes

☆ i mean, im not sure how you could help with the whole not remembering thing ☆

-> Chroma realizes that saying that sounded a bit harsh, even if it wasnt to anyone else

☆ no offense ☆

“No no problem, most people don’t even know about me… and it might be dangerous”

☆ dangerous? ☆

"ok ok- well maybe more or less unpredictable... memories are a sensitive thing"

☆ huh... ☆

☆ what do you mean by sensitive? ☆

"most most memories hold alot of emotion and meaning. let me show you'' she gestured for render to follow as she walked towards her house.

-> Chroma follows behind Gallery

☆ alright... ☆

"might might be a bit small for you" she giggled and left the door open as she walked through. it wasnt tall enough for render to simply walk through, she might need to crouch.

-> Chroma crouches down in an attempt to fit through the door

“This This way”

She walked towards ⏃ room adjacent to the living room.

☆ alright ☆

-> Chroma is trying its best to not knock over anything with its tail

as they enter the room its filled with filing cabinets and different pictures. "whats whats your name again?" she asked while flipping through her book.

☆ Chroma ☆

☆ for some reason my other name isnt working. ☆

"lemme lemme seeee... c....c...ch...." she scanned through her cabinets

-> chroma just kinda sits there, waiting

she pulls out a small box. "hm... its not... its not... filled correctly- when have you been presenting with this name??"

☆ just recently. ☆

☆ the one i would have been using just doesnt work for some reason. ☆

"well well what is it?"

she looked at chrome

☆ ok so uh... ☆

☆ whenever i try saying it my voice just stops working. ☆

"write write it down" she gave her a piece of paper with a marker

-> Chroma sorta gives a blank stare

☆ I... uh... i dont have proper hands. ☆

-> Chroma's paws are more like mittens at the moment

“…that… that sucks….”

She shook her head.

“Well well then Can you spell it out?”

☆ Alright... ☆

☆ S, A- ☆

-> its voice stops working again, something/someone doesnt want it revealing that

She watched for a moment and sighed once more.

“That’s thats fine- we Should do it the old fashioned way then…”

She put out her hand?? Paw???

-> awkwardly, Chroma tries to grab Gallery's paw/hand but kinda cant because of a distinct lack of digits

she shook her head. "did did not expect for this to happen- are you really sure you want to know somethings..?"

☆ yeah... ☆

☆ waking up with little to no memories sucked. ☆

"okay okay, got it!" she thought hard about it. ". . .there might be some-.." she held up her camera. "do do you mind if i take a picture?"

☆ i dont mind. ☆

she snaps a photo. it comes out as a small little polaroid. she quickly runs to her photo development room and puts it in a little tub thingy full of liquid. "okay- this better work.."

-> chroma just kinda waits, not sure whats happening

she waits for moments "sorry sorry this is the longest part i swear"

☆ eh, dont worry. ☆

Taking out the photo from the liquid she lets it dry hanging up. Once it does she looks at it.

“Oh oh! Your meant to render things, this is a memory of you coming to exclamania”

☆ wait can i see? ☆

-> Chroma is sorta focused now on getting to see the memory

“Uh… uh- yeah sure”

She hesitated but gave the photo to chroma. The picture itself was of chroma getting into the game somehow. So how would it correlate to finding out their purpose?

-> Chroma just stares at the photo.

☆ I... I cant make anything out in this. Its like theres three photos in place of one... ☆

“This Can happen in cases like yours…”

She muttered quietly.

“It’s not much when you look at it anyways..”

She’s holding out from you…

-> Chroma is confused, but also sorta scared

☆ hey... can i give you a hug? ☆

☆ as thanks for helping me figure out what im supposed to do. ☆

“Oh- … oh uhm…”

She thinks for a bit, wings twitching behind her.

“Yes yes- I’m… sure that’ll help you feel a bit better about this situation. Yes- i am available for a hug”

She opened her two upper arms higher to be able to reach chroma atleast. The two lower arms staying slightly up.

☆ thanks... ☆

-> Chroma gently wraps its arms around Gallery, not really sure how to feel about the photo

-> Chroma passes by Gallery's cottage, not knowing it was there

☆ huh, exclamania really is much larger than i was expecting... ☆

[@rendererexclaim]

she was actually holding two big boxes pull of never developed polaroid pictures. walking out with them she unknowingly tripped and spilled them everywhere "ah ah f^ck"

-> Chroma notices the polaroids and Gallery

☆ hey, do you need help with picking those up? ☆

the moth looks at chroma. staying quiet for a few seconds before sighing and nodding. "some some help would be appreciated.. im Gallary, you are?"

-> it begins picking up the polaroids, making sure not to damage them

☆ I'm Chroma. ☆

{shes also picking them up but being alot less careful} "what brings you over here???"

☆ just exploring, someone found the abandoned theatre i was living in ☆

☆ after talking to them i kinda decided that it would do good to explore outside of that place ☆

"oh oh, well... welcome i guess?? what do you do??" she asks as she dumps the polaroids in the box

☆ I... I dont remember. Or even know for that matter, but something... ☆

☆ Something kinda makes me feel like there is something i am supposed to be doing, especially since ive been asked that twice now ☆

"everyone everyone in exclamania is probably here for a reason, if not they just haven't figured it out. you'll find out maybe one day maybe soon" she smiled slightly and shrugged

☆ huh... ☆

☆ Definitely not something ominous that ill have to worry about later... ☆

"everything everything can be an omen with enough overthinking"

☆ yeah that makes sense. ☆

“You said you had been living in a theater? Why’s that??”

☆ I dont know, I just woke up there. ☆

☆ All I remember was that my head.., or lack of one i guess, hurt when i woke up. ☆

-> Despite Chroma saying it had no head when it woke up, it very much well has a head now.

“…usually usually i don’t offer this to just anyone- but… uh… maybe i Can help?”

She gets up after finishing putting the scattered pictures in the boxes

☆ i mean, im not sure how you could help with the whole not remembering thing ☆

-> Chroma realizes that saying that sounded a bit harsh, even if it wasnt to anyone else

☆ no offense ☆

“No no problem, most people don’t even know about me… and it might be dangerous”

☆ dangerous? ☆

"ok ok- well maybe more or less unpredictable... memories are a sensitive thing"

☆ huh... ☆

☆ what do you mean by sensitive? ☆

"most most memories hold alot of emotion and meaning. let me show you'' she gestured for render to follow as she walked towards her house.

-> Chroma follows behind Gallery

☆ alright... ☆

"might might be a bit small for you" she giggled and left the door open as she walked through. it wasnt tall enough for render to simply walk through, she might need to crouch.

-> Chroma crouches down in an attempt to fit through the door

“This This way”

She walked towards ⏃ room adjacent to the living room.

☆ alright ☆

-> Chroma is trying its best to not knock over anything with its tail

as they enter the room its filled with filing cabinets and different pictures. "whats whats your name again?" she asked while flipping through her book.

☆ Chroma ☆

☆ for some reason my other name isnt working. ☆

"lemme lemme seeee... c....c...ch...." she scanned through her cabinets

-> chroma just kinda sits there, waiting

she pulls out a small box. "hm... its not... its not... filled correctly- when have you been presenting with this name??"

☆ just recently. ☆

☆ the one i would have been using just doesnt work for some reason. ☆

"well well what is it?"

she looked at chrome

☆ ok so uh... ☆

☆ whenever i try saying it my voice just stops working. ☆

"write write it down" she gave her a piece of paper with a marker

-> Chroma sorta gives a blank stare

☆ I... uh... i dont have proper hands. ☆

-> Chroma's paws are more like mittens at the moment

“…that… that sucks….”

She shook her head.

“Well well then Can you spell it out?”

☆ Alright... ☆

☆ S, A- ☆

-> its voice stops working again, something/someone doesnt want it revealing that

She watched for a moment and sighed once more.

“That’s thats fine- we Should do it the old fashioned way then…”

She put out her hand?? Paw???

-> awkwardly, Chroma tries to grab Gallery's paw/hand but kinda cant because of a distinct lack of digits

she shook her head. "did did not expect for this to happen- are you really sure you want to know somethings..?"

☆ yeah... ☆

☆ waking up with little to no memories sucked. ☆

"okay okay, got it!" she thought hard about it. ". . .there might be some-.." she held up her camera. "do do you mind if i take a picture?"

☆ i dont mind. ☆

she snaps a photo. it comes out as a small little polaroid. she quickly runs to her photo development room and puts it in a little tub thingy full of liquid. "okay- this better work.."

-> chroma just kinda waits, not sure whats happening

she waits for moments "sorry sorry this is the longest part i swear"

☆ eh, dont worry. ☆

Taking out the photo from the liquid she lets it dry hanging up. Once it does she looks at it.

“Oh oh! Your meant to render things, this is a memory of you coming to exclamania”

☆ wait can i see? ☆

-> Chroma is sorta focused now on getting to see the memory

“Uh… uh- yeah sure”

She hesitated but gave the photo to chroma. The picture itself was of chroma getting into the game somehow. So how would it correlate to finding out their purpose?

-> Chroma just stares at the photo.

☆ I... I cant make anything out in this. Its like theres three photos in place of one... ☆

“This Can happen in cases like yours…”

She muttered quietly.

“It’s not much when you look at it anyways..”

She’s holding out from you…

-> Chroma is confused, but also sorta scared

☆ hey... can i give you a hug? ☆

☆ as thanks for helping me figure out what im supposed to do. ☆

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-> Chroma passes by Gallery's cottage, not knowing it was there

☆ huh, exclamania really is much larger than i was expecting... ☆

[@rendererexclaim]

she was actually holding two big boxes pull of never developed polaroid pictures. walking out with them she unknowingly tripped and spilled them everywhere "ah ah f^ck"

-> Chroma notices the polaroids and Gallery

☆ hey, do you need help with picking those up? ☆

the moth looks at chroma. staying quiet for a few seconds before sighing and nodding. "some some help would be appreciated.. im Gallary, you are?"

-> it begins picking up the polaroids, making sure not to damage them

☆ I'm Chroma. ☆

{shes also picking them up but being alot less careful} "what brings you over here???"

☆ just exploring, someone found the abandoned theatre i was living in ☆

☆ after talking to them i kinda decided that it would do good to explore outside of that place ☆

"oh oh, well... welcome i guess?? what do you do??" she asks as she dumps the polaroids in the box

☆ I... I dont remember. Or even know for that matter, but something... ☆

☆ Something kinda makes me feel like there is something i am supposed to be doing, especially since ive been asked that twice now ☆

"everyone everyone in exclamania is probably here for a reason, if not they just haven't figured it out. you'll find out maybe one day maybe soon" she smiled slightly and shrugged

☆ huh... ☆

☆ Definitely not something ominous that ill have to worry about later... ☆

"everything everything can be an omen with enough overthinking"

☆ yeah that makes sense. ☆

“You said you had been living in a theater? Why’s that??”

☆ I dont know, I just woke up there. ☆

☆ All I remember was that my head.., or lack of one i guess, hurt when i woke up. ☆

-> Despite Chroma saying it had no head when it woke up, it very much well has a head now.

“…usually usually i don’t offer this to just anyone- but… uh… maybe i Can help?”

She gets up after finishing putting the scattered pictures in the boxes

☆ i mean, im not sure how you could help with the whole not remembering thing ☆

-> Chroma realizes that saying that sounded a bit harsh, even if it wasnt to anyone else

☆ no offense ☆

“No no problem, most people don’t even know about me… and it might be dangerous”

☆ dangerous? ☆

"ok ok- well maybe more or less unpredictable... memories are a sensitive thing"

☆ huh... ☆

☆ what do you mean by sensitive? ☆

"most most memories hold alot of emotion and meaning. let me show you'' she gestured for render to follow as she walked towards her house.

-> Chroma follows behind Gallery

☆ alright... ☆

"might might be a bit small for you" she giggled and left the door open as she walked through. it wasnt tall enough for render to simply walk through, she might need to crouch.

-> Chroma crouches down in an attempt to fit through the door

“This This way”

She walked towards ⏃ room adjacent to the living room.

☆ alright ☆

-> Chroma is trying its best to not knock over anything with its tail

as they enter the room its filled with filing cabinets and different pictures. "whats whats your name again?" she asked while flipping through her book.

☆ Chroma ☆

☆ for some reason my other name isnt working. ☆

"lemme lemme seeee... c....c...ch...." she scanned through her cabinets

-> chroma just kinda sits there, waiting

she pulls out a small box. "hm... its not... its not... filled correctly- when have you been presenting with this name??"

☆ just recently. ☆

☆ the one i would have been using just doesnt work for some reason. ☆

"well well what is it?"

she looked at chrome

☆ ok so uh... ☆

☆ whenever i try saying it my voice just stops working. ☆

"write write it down" she gave her a piece of paper with a marker

-> Chroma sorta gives a blank stare

☆ I... uh... i dont have proper hands. ☆

-> Chroma's paws are more like mittens at the moment

“…that… that sucks….”

She shook her head.

“Well well then Can you spell it out?”

☆ Alright... ☆

☆ S, A- ☆

-> its voice stops working again, something/someone doesnt want it revealing that

She watched for a moment and sighed once more.

“That’s thats fine- we Should do it the old fashioned way then…”

She put out her hand?? Paw???

-> awkwardly, Chroma tries to grab Gallery's paw/hand but kinda cant because of a distinct lack of digits

she shook her head. "did did not expect for this to happen- are you really sure you want to know somethings..?"

☆ yeah... ☆

☆ waking up with little to no memories sucked. ☆

"okay okay, got it!" she thought hard about it. ". . .there might be some-.." she held up her camera. "do do you mind if i take a picture?"

☆ i dont mind. ☆

she snaps a photo. it comes out as a small little polaroid. she quickly runs to her photo development room and puts it in a little tub thingy full of liquid. "okay- this better work.."

-> chroma just kinda waits, not sure whats happening

she waits for moments "sorry sorry this is the longest part i swear"

☆ eh, dont worry. ☆

Taking out the photo from the liquid she lets it dry hanging up. Once it does she looks at it.

“Oh oh! Your meant to render things, this is a memory of you coming to exclamania”

☆ wait can i see? ☆

-> Chroma is sorta focused now on getting to see the memory

“Uh… uh- yeah sure”

She hesitated but gave the photo to chroma. The picture itself was of chroma getting into the game somehow. So how would it correlate to finding out their purpose?

-> Chroma just stares at the photo.

☆ I... I cant make anything out in this. Its like theres three photos in place of one... ☆

-> Chroma passes by Gallery's cottage, not knowing it was there

☆ huh, exclamania really is much larger than i was expecting... ☆

[@rendererexclaim]

she was actually holding two big boxes pull of never developed polaroid pictures. walking out with them she unknowingly tripped and spilled them everywhere "ah ah f^ck"

-> Chroma notices the polaroids and Gallery

☆ hey, do you need help with picking those up? ☆

the moth looks at chroma. staying quiet for a few seconds before sighing and nodding. "some some help would be appreciated.. im Gallary, you are?"

-> it begins picking up the polaroids, making sure not to damage them

☆ I'm Chroma. ☆

{shes also picking them up but being alot less careful} "what brings you over here???"

☆ just exploring, someone found the abandoned theatre i was living in ☆

☆ after talking to them i kinda decided that it would do good to explore outside of that place ☆

"oh oh, well... welcome i guess?? what do you do??" she asks as she dumps the polaroids in the box

☆ I... I dont remember. Or even know for that matter, but something... ☆

☆ Something kinda makes me feel like there is something i am supposed to be doing, especially since ive been asked that twice now ☆

"everyone everyone in exclamania is probably here for a reason, if not they just haven't figured it out. you'll find out maybe one day maybe soon" she smiled slightly and shrugged

☆ huh... ☆

☆ Definitely not something ominous that ill have to worry about later... ☆

"everything everything can be an omen with enough overthinking"

☆ yeah that makes sense. ☆

“You said you had been living in a theater? Why’s that??”

☆ I dont know, I just woke up there. ☆

☆ All I remember was that my head.., or lack of one i guess, hurt when i woke up. ☆

-> Despite Chroma saying it had no head when it woke up, it very much well has a head now.

“…usually usually i don’t offer this to just anyone- but… uh… maybe i Can help?”

She gets up after finishing putting the scattered pictures in the boxes

☆ i mean, im not sure how you could help with the whole not remembering thing ☆

-> Chroma realizes that saying that sounded a bit harsh, even if it wasnt to anyone else

☆ no offense ☆

“No no problem, most people don’t even know about me… and it might be dangerous”

☆ dangerous? ☆

"ok ok- well maybe more or less unpredictable... memories are a sensitive thing"

☆ huh... ☆

☆ what do you mean by sensitive? ☆

"most most memories hold alot of emotion and meaning. let me show you'' she gestured for render to follow as she walked towards her house.

-> Chroma follows behind Gallery

☆ alright... ☆

"might might be a bit small for you" she giggled and left the door open as she walked through. it wasnt tall enough for render to simply walk through, she might need to crouch.

-> Chroma crouches down in an attempt to fit through the door

“This This way”

She walked towards ⏃ room adjacent to the living room.

☆ alright ☆

-> Chroma is trying its best to not knock over anything with its tail

as they enter the room its filled with filing cabinets and different pictures. "whats whats your name again?" she asked while flipping through her book.

☆ Chroma ☆

☆ for some reason my other name isnt working. ☆

"lemme lemme seeee... c....c...ch...." she scanned through her cabinets

-> chroma just kinda sits there, waiting

she pulls out a small box. "hm... its not... its not... filled correctly- when have you been presenting with this name??"

☆ just recently. ☆

☆ the one i would have been using just doesnt work for some reason. ☆

"well well what is it?"

she looked at chrome

☆ ok so uh... ☆

☆ whenever i try saying it my voice just stops working. ☆

"write write it down" she gave her a piece of paper with a marker

-> Chroma sorta gives a blank stare

☆ I... uh... i dont have proper hands. ☆

-> Chroma's paws are more like mittens at the moment

“…that… that sucks….”

She shook her head.

“Well well then Can you spell it out?”

☆ Alright... ☆

☆ S, A- ☆

-> its voice stops working again, something/someone doesnt want it revealing that

She watched for a moment and sighed once more.

“That’s thats fine- we Should do it the old fashioned way then…”

She put out her hand?? Paw???

-> awkwardly, Chroma tries to grab Gallery's paw/hand but kinda cant because of a distinct lack of digits

she shook her head. "did did not expect for this to happen- are you really sure you want to know somethings..?"

☆ yeah... ☆

☆ waking up with little to no memories sucked. ☆

"okay okay, got it!" she thought hard about it. ". . .there might be some-.." she held up her camera. "do do you mind if i take a picture?"

☆ i dont mind. ☆

she snaps a photo. it comes out as a small little polaroid. she quickly runs to her photo development room and puts it in a little tub thingy full of liquid. "okay- this better work.."

-> chroma just kinda waits, not sure whats happening

she waits for moments "sorry sorry this is the longest part i swear"

☆ eh, dont worry. ☆

Taking out the photo from the liquid she lets it dry hanging up. Once it does she looks at it.

“Oh oh! Your meant to render things, this is a memory of you coming to exclamania”

☆ wait can i see? ☆

-> Chroma is sorta focused now on getting to see the memory

-> Chroma passes by Gallery's cottage, not knowing it was there

☆ huh, exclamania really is much larger than i was expecting... ☆

[@rendererexclaim]

she was actually holding two big boxes pull of never developed polaroid pictures. walking out with them she unknowingly tripped and spilled them everywhere "ah ah f^ck"

-> Chroma notices the polaroids and Gallery

☆ hey, do you need help with picking those up? ☆

the moth looks at chroma. staying quiet for a few seconds before sighing and nodding. "some some help would be appreciated.. im Gallary, you are?"

-> it begins picking up the polaroids, making sure not to damage them

☆ I'm Chroma. ☆

{shes also picking them up but being alot less careful} "what brings you over here???"

☆ just exploring, someone found the abandoned theatre i was living in ☆

☆ after talking to them i kinda decided that it would do good to explore outside of that place ☆

"oh oh, well... welcome i guess?? what do you do??" she asks as she dumps the polaroids in the box

☆ I... I dont remember. Or even know for that matter, but something... ☆

☆ Something kinda makes me feel like there is something i am supposed to be doing, especially since ive been asked that twice now ☆

"everyone everyone in exclamania is probably here for a reason, if not they just haven't figured it out. you'll find out maybe one day maybe soon" she smiled slightly and shrugged

☆ huh... ☆

☆ Definitely not something ominous that ill have to worry about later... ☆

"everything everything can be an omen with enough overthinking"

☆ yeah that makes sense. ☆

“You said you had been living in a theater? Why’s that??”

☆ I dont know, I just woke up there. ☆

☆ All I remember was that my head.., or lack of one i guess, hurt when i woke up. ☆

-> Despite Chroma saying it had no head when it woke up, it very much well has a head now.

“…usually usually i don’t offer this to just anyone- but… uh… maybe i Can help?”

She gets up after finishing putting the scattered pictures in the boxes

☆ i mean, im not sure how you could help with the whole not remembering thing ☆

-> Chroma realizes that saying that sounded a bit harsh, even if it wasnt to anyone else

☆ no offense ☆

“No no problem, most people don’t even know about me… and it might be dangerous”

☆ dangerous? ☆

"ok ok- well maybe more or less unpredictable... memories are a sensitive thing"

☆ huh... ☆

☆ what do you mean by sensitive? ☆

"most most memories hold alot of emotion and meaning. let me show you'' she gestured for render to follow as she walked towards her house.

-> Chroma follows behind Gallery

☆ alright... ☆

"might might be a bit small for you" she giggled and left the door open as she walked through. it wasnt tall enough for render to simply walk through, she might need to crouch.

-> Chroma crouches down in an attempt to fit through the door

“This This way”

She walked towards ⏃ room adjacent to the living room.

☆ alright ☆

-> Chroma is trying its best to not knock over anything with its tail

as they enter the room its filled with filing cabinets and different pictures. "whats whats your name again?" she asked while flipping through her book.

☆ Chroma ☆

☆ for some reason my other name isnt working. ☆

"lemme lemme seeee... c....c...ch...." she scanned through her cabinets

-> chroma just kinda sits there, waiting

she pulls out a small box. "hm... its not... its not... filled correctly- when have you been presenting with this name??"

☆ just recently. ☆

☆ the one i would have been using just doesnt work for some reason. ☆

"well well what is it?"

she looked at chrome

☆ ok so uh... ☆

☆ whenever i try saying it my voice just stops working. ☆

"write write it down" she gave her a piece of paper with a marker

-> Chroma sorta gives a blank stare

☆ I... uh... i dont have proper hands. ☆

-> Chroma's paws are more like mittens at the moment

“…that… that sucks….”

She shook her head.

“Well well then Can you spell it out?”

☆ Alright... ☆

☆ S, A- ☆

-> its voice stops working again, something/someone doesnt want it revealing that

She watched for a moment and sighed once more.

“That’s thats fine- we Should do it the old fashioned way then…”

She put out her hand?? Paw???

-> awkwardly, Chroma tries to grab Gallery's paw/hand but kinda cant because of a distinct lack of digits

she shook her head. "did did not expect for this to happen- are you really sure you want to know somethings..?"

☆ yeah... ☆

☆ waking up with little to no memories sucked. ☆

"okay okay, got it!" she thought hard about it. ". . .there might be some-.." she held up her camera. "do do you mind if i take a picture?"

☆ i dont mind. ☆

she snaps a photo. it comes out as a small little polaroid. she quickly runs to her photo development room and puts it in a little tub thingy full of liquid. "okay- this better work.."

-> chroma just kinda waits, not sure whats happening

she waits for moments "sorry sorry this is the longest part i swear"

☆ eh, dont worry. ☆

-> Chroma passes by Gallery's cottage, not knowing it was there

☆ huh, exclamania really is much larger than i was expecting... ☆

[@rendererexclaim]

she was actually holding two big boxes pull of never developed polaroid pictures. walking out with them she unknowingly tripped and spilled them everywhere "ah ah f^ck"

-> Chroma notices the polaroids and Gallery

☆ hey, do you need help with picking those up? ☆

the moth looks at chroma. staying quiet for a few seconds before sighing and nodding. "some some help would be appreciated.. im Gallary, you are?"

-> it begins picking up the polaroids, making sure not to damage them

☆ I'm Chroma. ☆

{shes also picking them up but being alot less careful} "what brings you over here???"

☆ just exploring, someone found the abandoned theatre i was living in ☆

☆ after talking to them i kinda decided that it would do good to explore outside of that place ☆

"oh oh, well... welcome i guess?? what do you do??" she asks as she dumps the polaroids in the box

☆ I... I dont remember. Or even know for that matter, but something... ☆

☆ Something kinda makes me feel like there is something i am supposed to be doing, especially since ive been asked that twice now ☆

"everyone everyone in exclamania is probably here for a reason, if not they just haven't figured it out. you'll find out maybe one day maybe soon" she smiled slightly and shrugged

☆ huh... ☆

☆ Definitely not something ominous that ill have to worry about later... ☆

"everything everything can be an omen with enough overthinking"

☆ yeah that makes sense. ☆

“You said you had been living in a theater? Why’s that??”

☆ I dont know, I just woke up there. ☆

☆ All I remember was that my head.., or lack of one i guess, hurt when i woke up. ☆

-> Despite Chroma saying it had no head when it woke up, it very much well has a head now.

“…usually usually i don’t offer this to just anyone- but… uh… maybe i Can help?”

She gets up after finishing putting the scattered pictures in the boxes

☆ i mean, im not sure how you could help with the whole not remembering thing ☆

-> Chroma realizes that saying that sounded a bit harsh, even if it wasnt to anyone else

☆ no offense ☆

“No no problem, most people don’t even know about me… and it might be dangerous”

☆ dangerous? ☆

"ok ok- well maybe more or less unpredictable... memories are a sensitive thing"

☆ huh... ☆

☆ what do you mean by sensitive? ☆

"most most memories hold alot of emotion and meaning. let me show you'' she gestured for render to follow as she walked towards her house.

-> Chroma follows behind Gallery

☆ alright... ☆

"might might be a bit small for you" she giggled and left the door open as she walked through. it wasnt tall enough for render to simply walk through, she might need to crouch.

-> Chroma crouches down in an attempt to fit through the door

“This This way”

She walked towards ⏃ room adjacent to the living room.

☆ alright ☆

-> Chroma is trying its best to not knock over anything with its tail

as they enter the room its filled with filing cabinets and different pictures. "whats whats your name again?" she asked while flipping through her book.

☆ Chroma ☆

☆ for some reason my other name isnt working. ☆

"lemme lemme seeee... c....c...ch...." she scanned through her cabinets

-> chroma just kinda sits there, waiting

she pulls out a small box. "hm... its not... its not... filled correctly- when have you been presenting with this name??"

☆ just recently. ☆

☆ the one i would have been using just doesnt work for some reason. ☆

"well well what is it?"

she looked at chrome

☆ ok so uh... ☆

☆ whenever i try saying it my voice just stops working. ☆

"write write it down" she gave her a piece of paper with a marker

-> Chroma sorta gives a blank stare

☆ I... uh... i dont have proper hands. ☆

-> Chroma's paws are more like mittens at the moment

“…that… that sucks….”

She shook her head.

“Well well then Can you spell it out?”

☆ Alright... ☆

☆ S, A- ☆

-> its voice stops working again, something/someone doesnt want it revealing that

She watched for a moment and sighed once more.

“That’s thats fine- we Should do it the old fashioned way then…”

She put out her hand?? Paw???

-> awkwardly, Chroma tries to grab Gallery's paw/hand but kinda cant because of a distinct lack of digits

she shook her head. "did did not expect for this to happen- are you really sure you want to know somethings..?"

☆ yeah... ☆

☆ waking up with little to no memories sucked. ☆

"okay okay, got it!" she thought hard about it. ". . .there might be some-.." she held up her camera. "do do you mind if i take a picture?"

☆ i dont mind. ☆

she snaps a photo. it comes out as a small little polaroid. she quickly runs to her photo development room and puts it in a little tub thingy full of liquid. "okay- this better work.."

-> chroma just kinda waits, not sure whats happening

-> Chroma passes by Gallery's cottage, not knowing it was there

☆ huh, exclamania really is much larger than i was expecting... ☆

[@rendererexclaim]

she was actually holding two big boxes pull of never developed polaroid pictures. walking out with them she unknowingly tripped and spilled them everywhere "ah ah f^ck"

-> Chroma notices the polaroids and Gallery

☆ hey, do you need help with picking those up? ☆

the moth looks at chroma. staying quiet for a few seconds before sighing and nodding. "some some help would be appreciated.. im Gallary, you are?"

-> it begins picking up the polaroids, making sure not to damage them

☆ I'm Chroma. ☆

{shes also picking them up but being alot less careful} "what brings you over here???"

☆ just exploring, someone found the abandoned theatre i was living in ☆

☆ after talking to them i kinda decided that it would do good to explore outside of that place ☆

"oh oh, well... welcome i guess?? what do you do??" she asks as she dumps the polaroids in the box

☆ I... I dont remember. Or even know for that matter, but something... ☆

☆ Something kinda makes me feel like there is something i am supposed to be doing, especially since ive been asked that twice now ☆

"everyone everyone in exclamania is probably here for a reason, if not they just haven't figured it out. you'll find out maybe one day maybe soon" she smiled slightly and shrugged

☆ huh... ☆

☆ Definitely not something ominous that ill have to worry about later... ☆

"everything everything can be an omen with enough overthinking"

☆ yeah that makes sense. ☆

“You said you had been living in a theater? Why’s that??”

☆ I dont know, I just woke up there. ☆

☆ All I remember was that my head.., or lack of one i guess, hurt when i woke up. ☆

-> Despite Chroma saying it had no head when it woke up, it very much well has a head now.

“…usually usually i don’t offer this to just anyone- but… uh… maybe i Can help?”

She gets up after finishing putting the scattered pictures in the boxes

☆ i mean, im not sure how you could help with the whole not remembering thing ☆

-> Chroma realizes that saying that sounded a bit harsh, even if it wasnt to anyone else

☆ no offense ☆

“No no problem, most people don’t even know about me… and it might be dangerous”

☆ dangerous? ☆

"ok ok- well maybe more or less unpredictable... memories are a sensitive thing"

☆ huh... ☆

☆ what do you mean by sensitive? ☆

"most most memories hold alot of emotion and meaning. let me show you'' she gestured for render to follow as she walked towards her house.

-> Chroma follows behind Gallery

☆ alright... ☆

"might might be a bit small for you" she giggled and left the door open as she walked through. it wasnt tall enough for render to simply walk through, she might need to crouch.

-> Chroma crouches down in an attempt to fit through the door

“This This way”

She walked towards ⏃ room adjacent to the living room.

☆ alright ☆

-> Chroma is trying its best to not knock over anything with its tail

as they enter the room its filled with filing cabinets and different pictures. "whats whats your name again?" she asked while flipping through her book.

☆ Chroma ☆

☆ for some reason my other name isnt working. ☆

"lemme lemme seeee... c....c...ch...." she scanned through her cabinets

-> chroma just kinda sits there, waiting

she pulls out a small box. "hm... its not... its not... filled correctly- when have you been presenting with this name??"

☆ just recently. ☆

☆ the one i would have been using just doesnt work for some reason. ☆

"well well what is it?"

she looked at chrome

☆ ok so uh... ☆

☆ whenever i try saying it my voice just stops working. ☆

"write write it down" she gave her a piece of paper with a marker

-> Chroma sorta gives a blank stare

☆ I... uh... i dont have proper hands. ☆

-> Chroma's paws are more like mittens at the moment

“…that… that sucks….”

She shook her head.

“Well well then Can you spell it out?”

☆ Alright... ☆

☆ S, A- ☆

-> its voice stops working again, something/someone doesnt want it revealing that

She watched for a moment and sighed once more.

“That’s thats fine- we Should do it the old fashioned way then…”

She put out her hand?? Paw???

-> awkwardly, Chroma tries to grab Gallery's paw/hand but kinda cant because of a distinct lack of digits

she shook her head. "did did not expect for this to happen- are you really sure you want to know somethings..?"

☆ yeah... ☆

☆ waking up with little to no memories sucked. ☆

"okay okay, got it!" she thought hard about it. ". . .there might be some-.." she held up her camera. "do do you mind if i take a picture?"

☆ i dont mind. ☆

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-> Chroma passes by Gallery's cottage, not knowing it was there

☆ huh, exclamania really is much larger than i was expecting... ☆

[@rendererexclaim]

she was actually holding two big boxes pull of never developed polaroid pictures. walking out with them she unknowingly tripped and spilled them everywhere "ah ah f^ck"

-> Chroma notices the polaroids and Gallery

☆ hey, do you need help with picking those up? ☆

the moth looks at chroma. staying quiet for a few seconds before sighing and nodding. "some some help would be appreciated.. im Gallary, you are?"

-> it begins picking up the polaroids, making sure not to damage them

☆ I'm Chroma. ☆

{shes also picking them up but being alot less careful} "what brings you over here???"

☆ just exploring, someone found the abandoned theatre i was living in ☆

☆ after talking to them i kinda decided that it would do good to explore outside of that place ☆

"oh oh, well... welcome i guess?? what do you do??" she asks as she dumps the polaroids in the box

☆ I... I dont remember. Or even know for that matter, but something... ☆

☆ Something kinda makes me feel like there is something i am supposed to be doing, especially since ive been asked that twice now ☆

"everyone everyone in exclamania is probably here for a reason, if not they just haven't figured it out. you'll find out maybe one day maybe soon" she smiled slightly and shrugged

☆ huh... ☆

☆ Definitely not something ominous that ill have to worry about later... ☆

"everything everything can be an omen with enough overthinking"

☆ yeah that makes sense. ☆

“You said you had been living in a theater? Why’s that??”

☆ I dont know, I just woke up there. ☆

☆ All I remember was that my head.., or lack of one i guess, hurt when i woke up. ☆

-> Despite Chroma saying it had no head when it woke up, it very much well has a head now.

“…usually usually i don’t offer this to just anyone- but… uh… maybe i Can help?”

She gets up after finishing putting the scattered pictures in the boxes

☆ i mean, im not sure how you could help with the whole not remembering thing ☆

-> Chroma realizes that saying that sounded a bit harsh, even if it wasnt to anyone else

☆ no offense ☆

“No no problem, most people don’t even know about me… and it might be dangerous”

☆ dangerous? ☆

"ok ok- well maybe more or less unpredictable... memories are a sensitive thing"

☆ huh... ☆

☆ what do you mean by sensitive? ☆

"most most memories hold alot of emotion and meaning. let me show you'' she gestured for render to follow as she walked towards her house.

-> Chroma follows behind Gallery

☆ alright... ☆

"might might be a bit small for you" she giggled and left the door open as she walked through. it wasnt tall enough for render to simply walk through, she might need to crouch.

-> Chroma crouches down in an attempt to fit through the door

“This This way”

She walked towards ⏃ room adjacent to the living room.

☆ alright ☆

-> Chroma is trying its best to not knock over anything with its tail

as they enter the room its filled with filing cabinets and different pictures. "whats whats your name again?" she asked while flipping through her book.

☆ Chroma ☆

☆ for some reason my other name isnt working. ☆

"lemme lemme seeee... c....c...ch...." she scanned through her cabinets

-> chroma just kinda sits there, waiting

she pulls out a small box. "hm... its not... its not... filled correctly- when have you been presenting with this name??"

☆ just recently. ☆

☆ the one i would have been using just doesnt work for some reason. ☆

"well well what is it?"

she looked at chrome

☆ ok so uh... ☆

☆ whenever i try saying it my voice just stops working. ☆

"write write it down" she gave her a piece of paper with a marker

-> Chroma sorta gives a blank stare

☆ I... uh... i dont have proper hands. ☆

-> Chroma's paws are more like mittens at the moment

“…that… that sucks….”

She shook her head.

“Well well then Can you spell it out?”

☆ Alright... ☆

☆ S, A- ☆

-> its voice stops working again, something/someone doesnt want it revealing that

She watched for a moment and sighed once more.

“That’s thats fine- we Should do it the old fashioned way then…”

She put out her hand?? Paw???

-> awkwardly, Chroma tries to grab Gallery's paw/hand but kinda cant because of a distinct lack of digits

she shook her head. "did did not expect for this to happen- are you really sure you want to know somethings..?"

☆ yeah... ☆

☆ waking up with little to no memories sucked. ☆

-> Chroma passes by Gallery's cottage, not knowing it was there

☆ huh, exclamania really is much larger than i was expecting... ☆

[@rendererexclaim]

she was actually holding two big boxes pull of never developed polaroid pictures. walking out with them she unknowingly tripped and spilled them everywhere "ah ah f^ck"

-> Chroma notices the polaroids and Gallery

☆ hey, do you need help with picking those up? ☆

the moth looks at chroma. staying quiet for a few seconds before sighing and nodding. "some some help would be appreciated.. im Gallary, you are?"

-> it begins picking up the polaroids, making sure not to damage them

☆ I'm Chroma. ☆

{shes also picking them up but being alot less careful} "what brings you over here???"

☆ just exploring, someone found the abandoned theatre i was living in ☆

☆ after talking to them i kinda decided that it would do good to explore outside of that place ☆

"oh oh, well... welcome i guess?? what do you do??" she asks as she dumps the polaroids in the box

☆ I... I dont remember. Or even know for that matter, but something... ☆

☆ Something kinda makes me feel like there is something i am supposed to be doing, especially since ive been asked that twice now ☆

"everyone everyone in exclamania is probably here for a reason, if not they just haven't figured it out. you'll find out maybe one day maybe soon" she smiled slightly and shrugged

☆ huh... ☆

☆ Definitely not something ominous that ill have to worry about later... ☆

"everything everything can be an omen with enough overthinking"

☆ yeah that makes sense. ☆

“You said you had been living in a theater? Why’s that??”

☆ I dont know, I just woke up there. ☆

☆ All I remember was that my head.., or lack of one i guess, hurt when i woke up. ☆

-> Despite Chroma saying it had no head when it woke up, it very much well has a head now.

“…usually usually i don’t offer this to just anyone- but… uh… maybe i Can help?”

She gets up after finishing putting the scattered pictures in the boxes

☆ i mean, im not sure how you could help with the whole not remembering thing ☆

-> Chroma realizes that saying that sounded a bit harsh, even if it wasnt to anyone else

☆ no offense ☆

“No no problem, most people don’t even know about me… and it might be dangerous”

☆ dangerous? ☆

"ok ok- well maybe more or less unpredictable... memories are a sensitive thing"

☆ huh... ☆

☆ what do you mean by sensitive? ☆

"most most memories hold alot of emotion and meaning. let me show you'' she gestured for render to follow as she walked towards her house.

-> Chroma follows behind Gallery

☆ alright... ☆

"might might be a bit small for you" she giggled and left the door open as she walked through. it wasnt tall enough for render to simply walk through, she might need to crouch.

-> Chroma crouches down in an attempt to fit through the door

“This This way”

She walked towards ⏃ room adjacent to the living room.

☆ alright ☆

-> Chroma is trying its best to not knock over anything with its tail

as they enter the room its filled with filing cabinets and different pictures. "whats whats your name again?" she asked while flipping through her book.

☆ Chroma ☆

☆ for some reason my other name isnt working. ☆

"lemme lemme seeee... c....c...ch...." she scanned through her cabinets

-> chroma just kinda sits there, waiting

she pulls out a small box. "hm... its not... its not... filled correctly- when have you been presenting with this name??"