MAZE ONE

[hereyouare]

[You wake up on a cold metal bed in a room that is unfamiliar to you.

How long have you been out for? Why does your head hurt? Why can't you remember how you got here?

Before you find the answer to these questions, you might want to check out that hand-written note. There's one in every room.

Dear [NAME],

Thank you for volunteering to participate in the experiment. With your help, this project should be quite successful. My name is Huey Laforet, and I am the one responsible for this experiment. I will be here observing and the point of my project will be revealed by the end.

Your goal today is to find the exit. To do so, you'll need three card keys. However, to activate them, you will need the item listed on the card to move forward. You might not be able to find everything by searching, but certainly, there are other ways to get what you need. I've left them scattered about,

If you fail to escape by the time the experiment is over, you will have to participate in further experiments with me. If you succeed, then you will be able to successfully leave the maze.

I wish you luck. Try to stay alive.

-Huey Laforet]

[contact|instructions]

Comments

[affectate]

If you were to be placed within a swimming pool filled with water, then you would drown!

[earthquaked]

Why would I drown when I can swim?

[affectate]

Because it is impossible to swim while you are asleep, Miss! You did wake up in this place as well as myself, didn't you?

[earthquaked]

Eh, I'd be fine.

[ ... staring at her, though :|a ]

[affectate]

If you are certain... do drown quickly, should you choose to do so!

[ blah blah skinny-ass white girl, about a shade off from dead, fluffy black hair, bright red eyes (kinda sunken, heavy lids, long lashes), mole under the left one

oh and I guess she looks exactly like that one girl from Celeste you might vaguely remember if you're Auriga ]

[earthquaked]

[ idk i'd probably still eat you ]

...Judy?

[affectate]

[ gay ]

My name is Elaine.

[earthquaked]

[ i could eat you That Way too if you wanted ]

Well, you're not in Celeste colors, so I guess... huh. Weird.

[affectate]

[ gayer ]

Ah, celeste certainly is a beautiful colour, that is true... although I do not believe that I own any celeste-coloured outer pieces...?

[ but she trails off. Maybe she was wrong when she first woke up. Maybe "Judy" is the person who owns this body. ]

If you could, Miss, would you please tell me how I look, to you?

[earthquaked]

... Eh? Um.

Your hair's all poofy and black and you're paler than I am and I guess you're kinda small? I guess? Why?

[affectate]

[ ... huh ]

In that case -- what colour might my eyes be?

[earthquaked]

Red?

[affectate]

... I see... Then, this certainly must be my own body, but I have not even the slightest recollection of this place! How did I find myself here?

[earthquaked]

Were you doubting it was your own body...

Fuck if I know.

[affectate]

My suspicion was not unfounded, Miss. Certainly, you must have regained consciousness in a body that did not belong to you at some time. Have you ever experienced such a dissociation from your being?

Ah, by the way, Miss, would you happen to be Huey Laforet?

[earthquaked]

Uh, no. I've kind of got a different issue.

... No? I'm Auriga.

[affectate]

Oh, my...! The Charioteer! For a person with such strength, it does appear to be an appropriate name. In Greek myth, for instance, the constellation is often associated with Erichthonius of Athens, son of Hephaestus, and an inventor as one would expect -- he is credited with the invention of the quadriga, or four horse chariot...

Ah, but I digress! What is it that troubles you, Miss Auriga?

[earthquaked]

[ what the fuck are you talking about ]

...Uhhhh. Well. It's nothing.

[affectate]

Then its explanation is simple?

[ she says, vaguely expectant. ]

[earthquaked]

Nah it's just none of your business unless you gimme something worth gettin'.

[affectate]

[ oh

well

learning? ]

What would you like?

[earthquaked]

Got anything to eat?

[affectate]

Ah, I --

[ Not really thinking about it, she reaches out into what looks like thin air, because it is. But her hand actually disappears for a moment or two like it went invisible, before reappearing as she pulls it back. In its hand, there's a small, pink box. ]

... I believe that these are madeleines...?

[earthquaked]

... Nah, I can't eat anything like that.

[affectate]

Do you dislike cakes, Miss Auriga?

[ that is a shame. but she doesn't really seem to be judging her for it, she just sticks her hand back in to put the box away.

And this time she pulls out a fish! A herring, split, gutted, brined to the point the flesh turned red. A red herring, in other words. ]

This requires cooking still.