We're talking about partially sapient undead spaghetti here
Huh.
They say sleep can help you work out problems and organize/find memories. Maybe we should try sleeping?
Also, if we want to learn more, then maybe we should find someone who knew him, some friend or co-worker. Maybe we should find some old newspaper article or something that has information about who he was working with? Or maybe some telephone catalogue that has his office's location?
Hmm. Can we eat? Can we taste? We should try eating something before going to bed.
Also, if we can animate everything, even things that aren't dead animals, then assassination should be pretty easy. Just reanimate some spaghetti and make it choke whoever eats it.
You put all the books back and then go wandering, looking for some food. Its surprisingly hard to find food just sitting around in a library...or perhaps it isn't surprising at all...in any case you head back to the living quarters and check out what appears to be a pantry of sorts and find a good supply of food, mostly canned or dried, and select an already open bag of dried apple slices. You aren't hungry and when you do bite into the slice of rubbery fruit it has a sort of dull and distant taste, but a taste none the less. You seem to be able to eat the stuff alright but you don't bother eating much since you're not actually hungry. Idly chewing on one last slice you return to your room and strip down to your underclothing before laying on the bed.
You stare up at the ceiling for a bit, mind blank, and then wonder how it is someone falls asleep. You consider your memories, or the phantoms of sensation that call themselves memories and decide that under the covers is best. You get under the blanket and continue to stare up at the ceiling. Hmmm. Maybe you have to try? You make a conscious effort to sleep, telling yourself to sleep repeatedly while keeping your eyes closed.
There are hands on your shoulders, shaking you violently, and Esme's voice is coming to you loud and panicked.
"HEY! COME ON!"
You open your eyes. Its morning or maybe early afternoon judging by the amount of light in the room and Esme is leaning over you, her face pale and worried. You blink up at her, confused, and she rocks back, letting go of your shoulders and sitting down on the edge of the bed with a gasp of relief.
"Don't do that to me!" She says, "You didn't come down this morning so I came in to see if you were ok and you were...Just lying there. Cold and unresponsive. I thought maybe you died or...ran out of juice or whatever, you know."
You tell her that you had tried to sleep.
"Well I think you pulled it off." she says with a sigh, calming down a bit.
You sit up and are about to get out of bed when you notice something. You feel your constructs; the mouse is where you left it but Piecewise isn't in his bag. You check the bag yourself to be sure but he's gone. He feels like he's nearby, somewhere downstairs. You tell Esme and both of you head downstairs, you leading the way via the vague sensation of the skeleton's location. You find him in the back corner of the library at the same table you sat at last night when you searched through the books. He's sitting in a chair that is facing away from the table but towards you. He's holding a book in his lap.
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Topic: The Left-Hand Path (Read 118720 times)