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Who: Everyone
When: Day 5, bright and early in the morning
Where: Labyrinth!
What: A daring labyrinth

[you somehow land into this labyrinth with a hard thud, sending clouds of dust flying everywhere. what you're in now is a stone room that has a flickering torch placed on each wall. it smells a bit dingy in here, like what one might picture an actual labyrinth or dungeon to smell like.

there doesn't actually seem to be much worth investigating in this room, aside from a sign and three old, wooden doors before you. the sign reads:

"If you risk it all, you gain it all. If you risk nothing, you gain nothing."

somehow, very inexplicably so, you get the strange sense that the riskier you play, the better the prize.]

(( RULES — PRE-MINGLE — WHICH DOOR DO YOU CHOOSE? — POST-MINGLE — TREASURE ))

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[the plant person looks uncertain.

"Kingdoms have complicated politics. I don't want any of that. I do have a pleasant flower..."

it points over to one of the random giant flowers; it's hard to say which.

"I'd miss it. Honestly, maybe instead of finding a safe place I should remove the threat... Is that bold of me?"]

It is. However, I am a Hero... Removing threats is what I do. Please, tell me more. Let me help.

[Her terminal had a full charge when she transformed; she's got a lot of juice left.]

[it gasps, looking up with wide eyes.

"A hero?! Wait... I don't know what a hero is. But if you can do something about the undead, I would be grateful..."]

A Hero is someone who helps others. Could you show me where the undead are coming from?

["Oh... I might like you, then! I think they come from that tree. They took our leader's tree to live in it..."

tiny plant person sighs wistfully.]

I see... Please, stay here while I go to the tree. It could be dangerous.

[Gotta keep others out of harm's way.]

[tiny plant person starts to panic, but isn't actually making any move to try and stop any movement you might make.

"Y-you be careful! They're scary! Their god is scary! Um, um! Please watch out!"]

[Togo nods, then flashes a reassuring smile.]

Don't worry. I'll be okay.

[Her ribbons begin to move again, allowing her to jump large distances and approach the tree quickly. She lands a few yards away from the tree and walks around it, looking for an entrance.]

[tiny plant person waves you off, albeit tearfully. it really believes in you even if it seems scared!

upon getting to the tree, you can a person-sized (not person-shaped) hole in the tree's trunk opening to a spiral staircase inside the tree. from this entry you can smell... apple cinnamon.]

[That's not the smell Togo was expecting. She stepped closer to the entrance, keeping her guard up.]

[inside is a staircase that goes round and round... at the bottom is light.]

[Well, let's go to the bottom then! Adventure~]

[the smell of cinnamon apples increases tenfold as you descend the stairs and find yourself in a quaint, antiquated kitchen.

there's an oven with its timer set—this is the source of that apple-cinnamon scent. there's no door on the wall of this kitchen in plain sight, but there is a small window with cute lace curtains. there's a small dining area for four off to the side, settled on top of a handwoven rug, and, of course, what is a kitchen without a fridge covered in pictures?

interestingly enough, there's also a young woman with her hair tied up and an apron on. she sees you (though it's hard to say what she sees you with—she has no eyes) and gasps.

"Oh? Who might you be? I'm making pie, if you'd like some."]

[Togo wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't this. She does, however, manage a smile]

No, thank you. I'm a... traveler. Could you, perhaps, tell me who owns this tower?

[she smiles back. as she speaks, you might notice her... lack of tongue.

"This would be mine. I even added all of the personal touches myself!"]

I see... Is it just you here?

[Togo walks into the kitchen a bit more. Yeah, okay, the woman has no tongue, but Togo is 'walking' on four ribbons that move like tentacles while her legs dangle. She really has no room to talk.]

[she pulls out a dishrag and starts wiping the counters

"Oh, yes. It's just me. There was my family.. but, well, they've been gone a while. Are you sure you wouldn't like any pie?"]

Oh, no, I'm fine. Though it does smell delicious.

[Togo nods, thinking. It's time to get down to brass tacks.]

What is your relation to the plant people living outside?

[she pauses—that catches her off guard.

"I'm afraid I don't have any relation to them... is something wrong?"]

Well, I met one, on my way here... He seemed terrified of me, since I was the same 'shape' as those in the tower, according to him. Why is that?

[Togo remains calm the whole time she is speaking.]

[she hesitates again.

—the oven dings. this woman is a bit too eager to get to the pie and fixate herself on slicing it. not long after pulling the pie out of the oven, she speaks very evenly.

"I suppose... it's because those creatures belong to the god, right? I'm sorry it took you as a threat."]

It's fine; we sorted it out. It also mentioned something about a god - about how scary it was. They also said this tree used to belong to their leader, and that it wanted to be safe again.

[Togo fixes the woman with an even stare.]

As a Hero, my job is to help those who need it. Please, can you tell me what has happened here?

[she holds a slice of pie out for you.

and despite her harsh words, she speaks gently, but firmly. there's no intentional malice in her tone, and it sounds like she's speaking what she considers to be the truth.

"The god asked for sacrifices, and out of the kindness of his heart, he gave this house to us. I can't help that the lesser creatures out there were put aside for our god's goal."]

[Togo's eyes narrow; lady, you just went one place you shouldn't have gone.]

Lesser creatures? There is no such thing. As for a God asking for sacrifices, did you even once stop and ask yourself if those sacrifices were worth it? What is your God's goal?

[...she sets the plate down on the counter, speaking a bit sheepishly.

"Our god has his own prophecy, one I don't know of, and he guides us towards the light. I dare not question his ways! We've always trusted him."]

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