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[Nivim]

> Wake up once again.
 You find yourself slowly drifting back to consciousness. You open your eyes a little. In your vision you see your rocking chair silhouetted by the dancing flames of the hearth fire, the rest is currently obscured by the folds of your blanket. Your curled up on your bed, with your head on a bundle of blanket. You are warm, cozy, and wondering what just happened.

> Pretend we are in a cat pit.
 The image of being trapped in a pit with many feral cats blasts back into your mind! You make a leap out of the covers and fall flat on the stone floor beside your bed. You determine that there is something very bad about that pad of cloth, if it brings such images.
Both your chin and your jaw hurt.
Your shoulder aches, you knuckles ache, and the tip of your tail is somewhere between numbness and pain.
You have numerous minor bruises.
You also feel somewhat tired, and very hungry.

> Go into a holy sock-lost rampage
 You get out of your blanket, with much tearing and some swearing (well, annoyed noises; real vindictive doesn't seem to surface in your mind). You waste a furious ten seconds searching for some woolen object before realizing what you are doing and why you could possibly have any use for such a garment. You do realize it would be nice to have something between your feet and the cool stone, but both putting on such a thing and taking it off would be troublesome.

> Eat food
 After the silliness from waking, but while still rather foggy feeling, you walk over to your bowl of soup and simply up-end its entire contents into your mouth. While holding the bowl and taking a breath, you notice you are shaking slightly.
You are no longer so very hungry.

(Combo!)
> Carefully discard most of tea to put out fire, then climb chimney.
 You put down the bowl and pick up the lukewarm tea pot, and walk over to the fire. You gaze into its dazzling display and feel the warmth it radiates, you couldn't really put this wonder out, could you? And you doubt you could get into the fireplace anyway, much less the chimney. You look for another place to dispose of the tea, but see no place to completely get rid of it. You put down the teapot and look into the five vases above the fireplace, one contains numerous little, metal cylinders. Another contains spicy smelling wood shavings. The third contains rather clear pieces of quarts and other barely precious gems. And more of the same in the fourth, the fifth one you check is empty. You place it on the floor and carefully pour about a cup's worth of tea into the vase. You then put the vase back where it was. You partially notice that a clear-purple hexagon shaped piece of quartz is now under your tongue, right where you popped it in while checking the vases. You are fine with this.

(Combo!)
> Pretend to be asleep trying to remember your past while you wait for someone to come.
 After pulling your blanket-strip garment back into place, you carefully sprawl yourself upon half of your sleeping pad. You estimate this is about the position you'd be in if you had actually drank the tea.
 It was foggy when waking up, but you can remember "yesterday" pretty clearly. You woke up, messed around a bit (with some exercise), and had a really bad feeling about the tea. You then messed around some more, then Garth came in. You are not sure why you know his name, but you're fairly sure that is what it is. He barged in while you hid, and when he was about to see you, you hit him with the discovery of your exercise. This proved utterly pointless, as he shrugged it off and quickly overpowered you anyway. Your memory is fine until he actually touched your belly's scales.
 In a moment of curiosity, you get out of your strange position and remove some bandages to take a look at your midsection. Now that you're really care to look at, it's very interesting. The design is rather detailed, and it appears to have been created by changing the color that the very scales grow! It also is designed so that when you move, the pattern doesn't change very much. Even when you try twisting 150 degrees the symbols are still legible.
 Your resume your sprawled position and try to search farther back, but return a blank.

(Tomorrow, sadly.)

[Armok]

> Try to somehow stretch your skin/scales or drag it or something or anything that makes the symbols distorted.

[RAM]

Climb up the outside of the chimney and try to break through the roof.

[Nivim]

> Try to somehow stretch your skin/scales or drag it or something or anything that makes the symbols distorted.
 Since no one is coming, you decide to do something about that well scribed object of your oppression. As you already noticed that moving around didn't mess with it, you try and see if it scrapes off. You slightly odd moving around on your belly, but try and use the rough floor to fade or distort the tattoo. After a great deal of effort, your underside feels somewhat raw and some scales have come out; but to your dismay, all the scales the tattoo covers are unharmed. Looking at it you can even feel all its little lines by concentrating on what doesn't feel shredded.
You feel bored.
You belly feels really raw.
Your shoulder, your knuckles, your chin, and your jaw ache.
You have numerous minor bruises.

(You posted mid-post.)
> Climb up the outside of the chimney and try to break through the roof.
 You look up, and see the solid rock ceiling a half-meter above your head. That would be even harder than the door, and probably dangerous even if you did succeed.

(Took five times to post that time.)

[RAM]

Look for plumbing.

[qwertyuiopas]

>With nothing better to do, focus attention back on that hollow wall. Search for a reason for it to be hollow. Maybe a spy hole or something? If such a thing exists, wedge the door and block the hole. If not, try to further damage it.

(Maybe rest might be a *good* thing)

[Nivim]

> Look for plumbing.
 It only takes a glance, but you know there is no tap or toiletry here. Your rather unnerved by the fact you can't recall ever needing to excrete. Your memory isn't that great, but you'd think two days would be enough. You absent mindedly rub your raw tummy and immediately regret it.

> With nothing better to do, focus attention back on that hollow wall. Search for a reason for it to be hollow. Maybe a spy hole or something? If such a thing exists, wedge the door and block the hole. If not, try to further damage it.
 You look back at the hollow wall, search a bit for small holes or something, but just confirm that its only difference from the other walls is that it is hollow...and has a door on it. You sigh and hold your head as you realize that it's just the hallway the door is connected to. Of course, this also means your room must be at the very end a hallway, being as the wall to the left of the door is solid.

[qwertyuiopas]

> Give in and drink. Need time to recover from the aches and injuries of exploration.

[Phantom]

>Look for anything that can be used as a bat. Or a crowbar.

[Nivim]

> Give in and drink. Need time to recover from the aches and injuries of exploration.
 You're certain you need time to recover, but you are not certain you should drink the tea before or after doing so. You still feel as though there is a very good reason you shouldn't drink it. Are you sure you want to anyway?

> Look for anything that can be used as a bat. Or a crowbar.
 Procrastinating on the matter of tea and sleep, you search around for a bashing or prying implement. In the piles of random stuff you find a stick (about three decimeters long, not very heavy); a little, metal tube with holes in it (it rings!); and a small, wooden hammer. You found the hammer in a box full of little smooth sticks and round pieces of wood with holes in them.

[Phantom]

Put a stick in one round piece of wood.
Put the hammer in one of the holes the metal tube has.

[Nivim]

> Put a stick in one round piece of wood.
 You put one of the smooth sticks into a hole on a round piece of wood. They fit perfectly, though your not sure what you're going to do with this little construct.

> Put the hammer in one of the holes the metal tube has.
 The hammer's handle is way to small to go into any of those holes. You could probably fit the smooth sticks in though.

(You were searching through junk, so to give you a out-of-character description; you found a flute, some tinker-toys, and a stick. Part way through I was worried I had made it so there wasn't any way to get out,

Spoiler: low danger (click to show/hide)

 but there are three ways right now. Four if your imagination produces just the right command.

)

[Phantom]

Play a song on the flute.
Equip stick.

[Nivim]

> Play a song on the flute.
 Yet again struck by fancy, you sit down with the metal tube and attempt to blow into it, and fail because your lips aren't very flexible. So instead of trying to close your mouth around the end, you make a seal with your tongue. The note you produce doesn't seem like much, so you try covering some of the holes; this produces a different note even though you scales don't make a perfect seal. With a bit of experimentation, you make something akin to music. You decide that Garth shouldn't hear you playing the flute.

> Equip stick.
 You put the flute back in the cloth you found it in and pick up your stick. It only take a few moments to use a bit of slack from the wrappings to make a holder for the stick. You slide the stick into place, where a branch of it catches on the cloth. You take this moment to tighten up your wrappings and tie the loose ends to other pieces of fabric.

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