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EONIA

[Something is wrong with the room you are in.

At first blush, it seems normal enough. It's nicely furnished, lavish dark oak, brass and a rich green drapery and carpet. Except in the middle of the room, a simple glass box sits wrapped in chains. Inside, a heart rocks back and forth as it beats, chambers constricting and relaxing around air.

But the more you look around, you might notice that the rafters beyond the brass lamps are made of bone, spine connecting them all. You might notice that the binding on all of the books seems to be an unusual leather. You might notice that teeth have been used as nails.

You almost can't help but notice the strange ... give... under your feet. Whatever is under the carpet seems almost spongy.

You know, instinctively, that the heart is in danger.

But so are you.]

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Uh.

What. What happened.

I believe it was a drop in my blood sugar due to not having eaten before coming here. If I had known, I would have made myself a sandwich earlier.

[looks dubious]

You're sure it's not... heart related?

I am quite sure. I have a clean bill of health. You are welcome to feel my chest if you wish.

Even if they had given us snacks I'm not sure we'd like them... maybe you should sit down, though.

Indeed. They have a very disturbing theme going on this evening, though some gummy hearts would not be too bad or heart-shaped lollipops.

Ahaha. I guess... are you sure you're going to be okay?

If I do die, make sure my ashes are tossed into the ocean. I wish to live under the sun for all eternity.

Stop talking about dying! No one is dying!

If you wish...then let us make a glorious sandwich after this with all the fixings. If it does not have at least 10 layers in it, we would have failed in our duty.