[X] Make like a tree and leaf.
-[X] Look down each hallway to search for obvious traps
Sir, controlling the Nightmares is impossible-
-.-.-
The floor leading up to the Mirror is bloodied. There's a trail, pools of it. The largest pool is a dark red, under the mirror. The Reflection was smiling.
The vines seem to be crawling down the walls ever so slowly, shying away as I glance at them. I - I see the tiniest fresh vines lapping at the trails. It - it looks as though something large and bleeding heavily was dragged... through the hall...
Why is it so quiet? The sound of my heart beating in my ears is gone. My footsteps are silent. The mirror laughs, and I can't hear it at all. It's... it's gone. It's all gone.
I have to get out of here.
I take cautious steps, doing my best not to slip and fall. The front of my gown is still red. So so red. I reach out to put a hand on the wall to steady myself, and the vines recoil. They don't want me touching them. But plantlife should not move like that.
Glancing at the mirror again, the Reflection waves. No teeth. No sunken, shadowed eyes. A smile with lush, crimson lips - female. Female.
I remember - I - we- female. I throw my hair over my shoulders, keeping it out of my face. We're female, the Reflection and I.
I nearly slip as I'm forced to take a step through a small pool of red - it's seeping into the grout between the tiles. Staining them even more. It's fresh. I shiver, my breath forming clouds of steam in front of me.
She's so close now. I could reach out and touch her - if it wasn't such a bad idea. She'd bite my hands off again. I just know it.
The right hall is... short. I brace myself, trailing a hand along the right wall, following it. From the cell to the mirror was ten steps. This junction - I get two steps before it turns right again. It's so dark. It's suffocating me. I can breathe but it just feels wrong. Two more steps. The soft glow of another flickering lightbulb to my... right.
This can't be real.
Two more steps forward. I should be able to look left and see my cell. I should be able to look right and see the Mirror. This is not possible.
This-
I back away, hitting the corner. It's still so silent.
On my right, the glow from my cell and the light outside it. On my left... the impossible hallway with it's own flickering light. They were even in the same positions.
The left hall I have to try the left hall -
The Reflection never takes her eyes off me as I take a wide berth around her.
This hall has a different light. Orange. It turns off for three seconds then flickers on for one. There's... writing, on the wall. No vines.
[X] The fuck is this noneuclidian bullshit?
-[X] tear off a piece of the sleeve and drop it in front of me. Turn around, walk two steps, turn around, walk back.
--[X] if it isn't there, repeat the process until the cloth shows up again.
[X] "Now that you ate my goddamn hands, you in the mood to tell me something at least halfway useful?"
[X] Address icy feeling at back, increasing distance as required
I have a strong feeling that fleeing is going to be quite the fruitless endeavor considering displacement vector addition isn't working properly.
Well, the mirror and the vines are the only sentient creatures here so far.
[X] The fuck is this noneuclidian bullshit?
-[X] tear off a piece of the sleeve and drop it in front of me. Turn around, walk two steps, turn around, walk back.
--[X] if it isn't there, repeat the process until the cloth shows up again.
[X] "Now that you ate my goddamn hands, you in the mood to tell me something at least halfway useful?"
Let's experiment with contacting a nice mirror. If that does not kill us, maybe we should try grabbing one of the vines to see why they are so afraid of us.
[X] The fuck is this noneuclidian bullshit?
-[X] tear off a piece of the sleeve and drop it in front of me. Turn around, walk two steps, turn around, walk back.
--[X] if it isn't there, repeat the process until the cloth shows up again.
[X] "Now that you ate my goddamn hands, you in the mood to tell me something at least halfway useful?"
I feel this is a sufficiently snarky action for the situation. Even if our protagonist probably isn't quite this snarky.
It's hard to say at this point for two main reasons:
1) This quest is still in its very early stages. Good characterization is extremely difficult to build up quickly, so even the votes are reflected in the character's personality, it may not be apparent yet.
2) The protagonist is living in some sort of hellish nightmare, and is understandably a bit panicked. The voters, however, are hopefully not in living in a hellish nightmare (and are thus not panicking, presumably). We'll probably be significantly more rational and detached than the protagonist while also being less serious than the protagonist.
[X] The fuck is this noneuclidian bullshit?
-[X] tear off a piece of the sleeve and drop it in front of me. Turn around, walk two steps, turn around, walk back.
--[X] if it isn't there, repeat the process until the cloth shows up again.
"Oh, the hell-mirror ate both of our hands, and has a sadistic streak a mile wide... But I'm sure it's really a rather nice mirror, once we get to know it. Let's talk to it!"