[well. someone's figured out that items are showing up in these buildings, and he's really hoping he has one, because hm.

don't mind the guy in pink entering the house—he'll give an apologetic smile, at least. but, uh. he won't say anything, before he starts looking around, as if searching for something in particular.]

[yo. shess is standing in the armoury, holding a dagger and looking pensive. if you're wondering what he's thinking, the answer's about to become clear soon. maybe.

which is that he slightly slashes his own palm with it. and it sure is bleeding now??

???]

[flowers! they don't make the situation much better, but anyway.

butterflies seem to be flocking to/perching on shess (it's probably all the pink), though when he sees another person approach, he takes out his tablet. with a stylus, he writes something down—and then a digital voice comes out from the tablet.]

Hello. You wouldn't happen to know which planet we're on, would you?

[hit me up with whatever! you can reach me at lampyris or farant#4098 if need be.]