#jellycos

Darigan BJ, Darigan Lydia, and Halloween Lydia!!

3. a favourite canon area?

romance is alive

Aaaaaaand what’s behind door number 35?!

…

Well, you’re able to just stick your hand through the door, as if it’s just some kind of projection.  The inside of the room feels hot.  Like, REALLY hot.  90 degrees, easily.  And it’s humid.  You retract your hand and start to take your hoody off because, well, holy hell!  

A voice from inside the room, muffled by the semi-existent door, rings out.  It sounds feminine and almost ethereal.

???: Oh!  Hello!  You must be one of the maids, with all that flesh-matter!  Can you be a dear and come in here?  My recapacitator’s on the fritz again!

…It sounds friendly?

Two in a row, lucky you.

Might as well just step into the room now and oh GOOD LORD IT’S SO BRIGHT IN HERE CLOSE YOUR EYES BEFORE YOU GO BLIND.

???: Oh?  You aren’t a maid!  Oh, I’m so sorry!  I mistook you for someone else.  My eyesight isn’t what it used to be.

Hmm.  HMM.  Why may that be?

???: Does the light hurt your perception orbs?  I apologize, I’m used to things that have more complex sight.

You: S-sorry…

???: Oh, no, it’s not your fault.  Don’t worry about it, dear!

The light dims a bit, and you open your eyes.  The layout of room 35 seems to be as mirage-like as the door; you might as well just be free-floating along with everything else in the room.  The occupant is some sort of…spherical entity, composed of light and contained in a high-tech sphere, the gadgets of which look completely alien to you.  Multiple antennae and probes stick out of it.  It seems to have dimmed itself greatly.

You try to calm yourself down.  Get a bearing on your surroundings.  A guiding inner voice, maybe your conscience...?  Seems to be ready to help.  As much as you just want to lay down in bed and cry right now, you can’t.

Get it together, Gaby.  Alright.  Let’s take inventory here.

You take the key and put it in your pocket.  It’s attached to a seemingly leather keychain, with the number “39″ carved into it.  Probably your room number.

You then get out of your bed, which definitely looks like it’s seen better days.  When was the last time they changed the sheets?  At least they just look old and tattered, not outright filthy.

The wardrobe’s wooden doors slide open.  Inside reveals...clothing, but several sizes too small and seemingly designed for something other than humans.  It’s held on the bar by a similarly weird-shaped wire.  Might as well take that.

It’s wet to the touch.

Also in the wardrobe is...uh...uhhhhhh?  Some sort of cleaning instrument, like a mop, but...not.  You just take the stick and leave the squelching whatsit that was attached to it where it was.