[Embarrassing. Sunny can't do much other than shake his head, which should be exemplary enough. Maybe she isn't expecting much, considering she bothered pointing it out at all. He can function for a while on "yes" and "no" questions, at least.]
[Ah.] That’s alright. [With a small nod,] We don’t have to talk.
[…Although, seeing as she doesn’t particularly enjoy looking down on people:] Would you like to sit down? [It won’t close the gap, but might mitigate it some. Chairs, floor, anywhere. Up to him.]
lmk if you-- (I am pulled off stage by a large hook)
[Maybe Sunny had been poised to run. Sitting down seems intimidating, too much of a commitment, but he does anyway. He opts for a nearby chair, crossing his legs upon the seat, his arms stuck in the space between. His shoulders hunch slightly. He's holding too much tension.]
[It should be obvious, he thinks, so he realizes that it's a charitable question. He nods his head, hands both fiddling anxiously, rapidly, with the hem of his vest. Really, it's not Caitlyn's fault at all, but he isn't sure how to say so.]
[Something makes Sunny jump, startled eyes landing on Caitlyn. Calm down. What is she looking for? He's forgotten the topic at hand, stammering silently at her.]
[Alright, well, that conclusion seems easy enough to draw. He seems to react before she’s done speaking, but:] I’m not going to hurt you. If you’d like to leave, nothing’s keeping you here.
['I'm not going to hurt you.' Sunny's eyes flicker between Caitlyn and the empty, white space behind her. When he blinks, it looks black, and she's a chalk outline. He shakes his head a bit. Focus. His fingers pick at each other, skin red and raw.
['If you'd like to leave...' But there's no house to return to.
[He looks around, eyes scanning above, below, left, right, if only to demonstrate the question at hand: Where?]
[Her eyes flick to those pale fingers, thin layers of flesh peeled back by uneven nail and a caged-up pick, scrape, claw. His hands are nothing like hers, of course; but Caitlyn is reminded that she herself typically wears gloves, and half-wonders if he’d take one if it was offered.
[No one likes to be stared raw. She pries her eyes away, nothing keeping them in place.
[Nothing at all.]
Has it… always been like this. [Half to herself. It’s dreamlike here.]
[She thought she was talking to a child. Now she is absolutely interacting with a child, and a… monochrome one, at that. With a knife.
[One must imagine a very, very confused talksprite (stage 2). Nonetheless: Caitlyn joins the party! (High Heart, abysmal Juice. Equipped with a Rifle (Missing is a long shot.) and Kiramman Key (For locking up monsters.))
[She does not remember carrying either of these items, a second ago.]
All this is yours. [More a statement than a question. He’s certainly acting like it.]
Edited (somehow forgot “dream” had not been said out loud) 2025-06-02 20:41 (UTC)
[Omori nods, swinging his knife around in front of him as he walks. They near what appears to be a park. There are various inhabitants, none of which look quite human, but some of which look an awful lot like people Caitlyn knows. Curious...]
[Oh, well, that’s just unnerving. (As though the rest of this hasn’t been.) A bright blue monkey-girl swings around the bars, and Caitlyn keeps her hands off her rifle but not her eyes off the metal. Running in circles around this off-kilter display is a two-headed dog, paws red and black reaching for that loose blue tail.
[They never make contact. After a few seconds it becomes apparent the motions cycle, and neither are paying attention to anyone else. Around and around they go…
[Meanwhile, a new inhabitant has a sidequest. Large fella, bearded and squarish, leaning on an upside-down hammer. Go talk to him?]
[Omori leads the way. Right before they reach the large, bearded fellow, though, Omori steps to the side, back, and to the side again in a little square. Caitlyn is now in the lead.]
[Wh—? She watches this little square-step, wonders if he might be playing some kind of… what, prank? Children.
[But Caitlyn is in the lead, which means it’s her responsibility to talk to people and figure things out. So she turns back to the hammer-man, clears her throat, and—]
The Other Jay: Have fun while you can. The world isn’t meant to survive this fight.
Caitlyn: —Excuse me?
The Other Jay: I made a promise. I failed him. Maybe you can succeed where I haven’t.
Caitlyn: Ah, are you related to Jayce? What’s your cryptic talk about—?
Quest Obtained: A prize to perfection? (Kill ??? robots.)
The Other Jay: There are countless…
Caitlyn: . . .
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Not much for talking?
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[Ah.] That’s alright. [With a small nod,] We don’t have to talk.
[…Although, seeing as she doesn’t particularly enjoy looking down on people:] Would you like to sit down? [It won’t close the gap, but might mitigate it some. Chairs, floor, anywhere. Up to him.]
lmk if you-- (I am pulled off stage by a large hook)
the audience demands an encore
[Caitlyn pulls over a chair herself, with an apparently-practiced sit: knees together, hands folded on her lap, back straight.
[She then leans forward slightly as if this will help the height differential at all.]
Are you… [intimidated? cornered? thinking about something else? She asks gently.] …nervous?
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inhales. perfectly common word go…!
Is it… [Hm. Quick glance around. It’s not as though they’re being watched.] …something in the area? Myself included.
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[Alright, well, that conclusion seems easy enough to draw. He seems to react before she’s done speaking, but:] I’m not going to hurt you. If you’d like to leave, nothing’s keeping you here.
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['If you'd like to leave...' But there's no house to return to.
[He looks around, eyes scanning above, below, left, right, if only to demonstrate the question at hand: Where?]
are we limboversing this… (+cw gore… imagery…?)
[Her eyes flick to those pale fingers, thin layers of flesh peeled back by uneven nail and a caged-up pick, scrape, claw. His hands are nothing like hers, of course; but Caitlyn is reminded that she herself typically wears gloves, and half-wonders if he’d take one if it was offered.
[No one likes to be stared raw. She pries her eyes away, nothing keeping them in place.
[Nothing at all.]
Has it… always been like this. [Half to herself. It’s dreamlike here.]
ONLY ALWAYS
[He points, looking over at Caitlyn as if to get her attention merely with his eyes.]
goes directly from dramatic serious tag to Oomi Pixel Playground. hell yea
[Attention caught. Followed. It's so… bright.
[As if sleepwalking, Caitlyn's back on her feet, facing that odd grassy landscape. ?!]
It’s familiar to you? [One must imagine a deeply confused talksprite.]
are you ready for this?
[He begins to march. Follow the leader?]]
this is stupid indulgent thank you for my life
[She thought she was talking to a child. Now she is absolutely interacting with a child, and a… monochrome one, at that. With a knife.
[One must imagine a very, very confused talksprite (stage 2). Nonetheless: Caitlyn joins the party! (High Heart, abysmal Juice. Equipped with a Rifle (Missing is a long shot.) and Kiramman Key (For locking up monsters.))
[She does not remember carrying either of these items, a second ago.]
All this is yours. [More a statement than a question. He’s certainly acting like it.]
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[Oh, well, that’s just unnerving. (As though the rest of this hasn’t been.) A bright blue monkey-girl swings around the bars, and Caitlyn keeps her hands off her rifle but not her eyes off the metal. Running in circles around this off-kilter display is a two-headed dog, paws red and black reaching for that loose blue tail.
[They never make contact. After a few seconds it becomes apparent the motions cycle, and neither are paying attention to anyone else. Around and around they go…
[Meanwhile, a new inhabitant has a sidequest. Large fella, bearded and squarish, leaning on an upside-down hammer. Go talk to him?]
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[Wh—? She watches this little square-step, wonders if he might be playing some kind of… what, prank? Children.
[But Caitlyn is in the lead, which means it’s her responsibility to talk to people and figure things out. So she turns back to the hammer-man, clears her throat, and—]
The Other Jay: Have fun while you can. The world isn’t meant to survive this fight.
Caitlyn: —Excuse me?
The Other Jay: I made a promise. I failed him. Maybe you can succeed where I haven’t.
Caitlyn: Ah, are you related to Jayce? What’s your cryptic talk about—?
Quest Obtained: A prize to perfection? (Kill ??? robots.)
The Other Jay: There are countless…
Caitlyn: . . .
[Hammer-man’s last line loops.]