There was part of a brightly coloured hallway standing on its own. The wall to one side was in bright cheery orange and yellow mostly, but the posters had far more variety. The wall was papered with them so thick that they overlapped in places. The poster's words, like all in the dream scape, blurred. But there were lots of happy smiling faces, and shining sparkling hearts - the pretty sort not the anatomical sort.
The hall was the one wall and at the corner just enough of another wall to hold what looked like a sign up sheet with a magnetic plate with what was probably a name stuck to it next to a door frame. Only half the frame existed, and there was no door at all.
The hall, what there was of it, was silent except for any noise that Lea made, and whatever was beyond the door was obscured in darkness. Or maybe Darkness. Hard to tell from this side.
Should one step through they would be ASSAULTED by noise. Sound. Like 3 different soundtracks playing at the same time, with no intentional thought given to making them work well together. The ground was a mix of dirt and saw dust over the occasional tatami mat. The only things to see in the room were two very tall poles. At least, until one looked up. Each pole was topped with a platform so high up it was hard to make out. A thin rope was string between them. From that distance the rope should have been invisible, it was so thin. And yet it was clear and obvious. There were also what looked like weird swings, that could also be clearly seen. The silvery string supporting them looked ethereal and delicate.
What there wasn't... was a net under all of that.
What there was, tiny and hard to see as the distance should have made it was a figure moving slowly across the tightrope. But the figure dropped into a terrifying crouch given the thinness of the wire on which it was standing. From this distance it was hard to make out details. Pale skin, colorful clothing, dark hair that was either short or pinned up or pulled back.
The figure called down, but the noise of the competing musics swallowed some of the words and distorted what was left. Of course distance helped. So it was impossible to recognize the voice, or even identify any qualities to it. Of course, responses would probably be likewise broken and distorted.
".... room... reserved.... Sora!" the voice called down. "....later...?"
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Sora - No, not that one | Kaleido Star | OTA
Date: 16 Sep 2023 12:47 (UTC)The hall was the one wall and at the corner just enough of another wall to hold what looked like a sign up sheet with a magnetic plate with what was probably a name stuck to it next to a door frame. Only half the frame existed, and there was no door at all.
The hall, what there was of it, was silent except for any noise that Lea made, and whatever was beyond the door was obscured in darkness. Or maybe Darkness. Hard to tell from this side.
Should one step through they would be ASSAULTED by noise. Sound. Like 3 different soundtracks playing at the same time, with no intentional thought given to making them work well together. The ground was a mix of dirt and saw dust over the occasional tatami mat. The only things to see in the room were two very tall poles. At least, until one looked up. Each pole was topped with a platform so high up it was hard to make out. A thin rope was string between them. From that distance the rope should have been invisible, it was so thin. And yet it was clear and obvious. There were also what looked like weird swings, that could also be clearly seen. The silvery string supporting them looked ethereal and delicate.
What there wasn't... was a net under all of that.
What there was, tiny and hard to see as the distance should have made it was a figure moving slowly across the tightrope. But the figure dropped into a terrifying crouch given the thinness of the wire on which it was standing. From this distance it was hard to make out details. Pale skin, colorful clothing, dark hair that was either short or pinned up or pulled back.
The figure called down, but the noise of the competing musics swallowed some of the words and distorted what was left. Of course distance helped. So it was impossible to recognize the voice, or even identify any qualities to it. Of course, responses would probably be likewise broken and distorted.
".... room... reserved.... Sora!" the voice called down. "....later...?"