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A crack, a pop, a sizzle. Next to you, an old, brass radio whirs to life, playing a jazzy tune. It is covered with bright pastel stickers of unicorns, tigers, puppies, and rainbows. It doesn't seem to be connected to a power source of any means. You sit up, confused--this isn't your bedroom. It's dazzling and fluffy and sweet and all amounts of pink. Across the room, hung up on the wall, is a sign, which reads: WELCOME TO THE DREAM! You are under pink, white polka dotted covers that are unimaginably soft and inviting, and the pillow that just moments before held your sleeping head smells delightfully of lilies. You take a moment to drink in your frilly surroundings, before the song on the radio ends and a sweet, childish girl's voice comes through softly.
"Good evening, and welcome to the Dream!" she chirps happily, "My name is May, and I'm your host here on Radio Night-Night! We've finally reached the finale of our Dreaming program; stay tuned for the titillating ending! To all new listeners late to the program, or those with particularly forgetful minds, I'd like to remind you of the rules and warnings for your safety. Please, remain in the pink area. Do not pay any mind to strange noises or sightings. There are only three doors situated in the Hallway, excluding the ones on either end; do not look for a fourth door. Do not touch any paintings. Do not harm any fragile things, such as vases, china, or people's feelings. We cannot guarantee your safety if you do not comply with these rules! Any areas outside of this Pink Dream may not be suitable for children or those of a nervous disposition. If you find yourself in an unfavorable area, please find your way back to the Pink Dream immediately."
The girl pauses for a long while, and you suppose that means she's finished. Strange--it'd make sense for her to continue, or at least begin a new song. The radio's little speaker snapped beside you on the bedside table, signaling that she was still on air. You think you hear her breathing into the mic.
Another look around the room reveals more about your environment, although none if it is much of a surprise. There is a painting on the wall past the bedside table that depicts an adorable little girl, who seems to be perhaps ten or twelve with bubblegum pink hair, a ruffly white silk dress, and a cheery little ruby red smile. The wall on the other side of the bed has a window that streams in orange cream light, the occasional lazy evening cloud roaming over to cover up the setting sun for a few moments before moving on to something more interesting that catches its eye. Under the window is another painting, which is very strange. It might be depicting a group of people having a picnic. Or...no, they're too close together to be doing that. What is that man eating, then? His mouth is wide open and grasping something. That woman there is drooling. This woman is sitting on this man's lap in some sort of chair. There's about ten people, and they're all tangled together in strange positions.
Weird. Must be some kind of abstract piece.
That seems to be it for your surroundings; there isn't much else to inspect. The only other strange thing of note is that you think you hear a girl humming sweetly, not from the radio, but through the wall in the other room over.
So, what do you do now, then?
"Good evening, and welcome to the Dream!" she chirps happily, "My name is May, and I'm your host here on Radio Night-Night! We've finally reached the finale of our Dreaming program; stay tuned for the titillating ending! To all new listeners late to the program, or those with particularly forgetful minds, I'd like to remind you of the rules and warnings for your safety. Please, remain in the pink area. Do not pay any mind to strange noises or sightings. There are only three doors situated in the Hallway, excluding the ones on either end; do not look for a fourth door. Do not touch any paintings. Do not harm any fragile things, such as vases, china, or people's feelings. We cannot guarantee your safety if you do not comply with these rules! Any areas outside of this Pink Dream may not be suitable for children or those of a nervous disposition. If you find yourself in an unfavorable area, please find your way back to the Pink Dream immediately."
The girl pauses for a long while, and you suppose that means she's finished. Strange--it'd make sense for her to continue, or at least begin a new song. The radio's little speaker snapped beside you on the bedside table, signaling that she was still on air. You think you hear her breathing into the mic.
Another look around the room reveals more about your environment, although none if it is much of a surprise. There is a painting on the wall past the bedside table that depicts an adorable little girl, who seems to be perhaps ten or twelve with bubblegum pink hair, a ruffly white silk dress, and a cheery little ruby red smile. The wall on the other side of the bed has a window that streams in orange cream light, the occasional lazy evening cloud roaming over to cover up the setting sun for a few moments before moving on to something more interesting that catches its eye. Under the window is another painting, which is very strange. It might be depicting a group of people having a picnic. Or...no, they're too close together to be doing that. What is that man eating, then? His mouth is wide open and grasping something. That woman there is drooling. This woman is sitting on this man's lap in some sort of chair. There's about ten people, and they're all tangled together in strange positions.
Weird. Must be some kind of abstract piece.
That seems to be it for your surroundings; there isn't much else to inspect. The only other strange thing of note is that you think you hear a girl humming sweetly, not from the radio, but through the wall in the other room over.
So, what do you do now, then?
