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SUN SIGN

[The Showmaster leads you through the dark stage and you find yourself entering something that looks like a very nice and expensive classroom.

Each desk is spacious with drawers that you will conveniently find any important item that had been on your person or that you feel like you would need here. Each chair is cushy and swivels.

Sitting on top of the teacher's desk is a young girl, older teen / younger adult in age at most, hair that looks like mint cotton candy that probably reaches down to her ankles. She has a knee drawn up to her body, resting her chin on top as she scours the room of who arrived . . .

And then she looks at you all with pure judgment. You'll notice that her purple eyes shifts when she makes the scowl, it goes from a solid purple to a purple mixed in with this symbol in black also.]

Sun Sign, you try to act so heroic, but you're all a bunch of phonies.

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[ He listens to the soothing sounds of Satin's voice, not fighting the movement as he's shifted into a new position and follows those instructions. Breathe in..... breathe out. Breathe in..... breath out. Slow and steady and rhythmic, and utterly unrepentant about the decision he just made. ]

Good. Just like that. That's all I need you to do right now.

[ That's good. That's fine. No explanations-- those may come later, if they do at all-- but those aren't for right now. Right now, he can follow Satin's instructions, breathing slow and steady, focusing more on the sound and soothing tone than the words themselves. But that's all he has to do. For now, he just needs to breathe. ]