[While it's not exactly the same, Diana learned pretty quickly that Norfinbury is not unlike the Decision Game in a lot of ways. There are puzzles. There are rules. There's someone overseeing their every move to make sure they don't get too disorderly. And everything seems to be set up to pit them against one another.
Needless to say, something like a note in such a strange place can't be ignored. It has to be part of something bigger, some kind of clue. To what, she has no idea. But that's what the network is for, surely.
Her voice is a little uneasy, her eyebrows furrowed in concern, but there's clear curiosity too.] Um...these tunnels are usually empty, right? I found something pretty strange.
[She turns her tablet to the balloon, and pans it down to the cheerful little note at the end of the string. The colorful card just says "H̞̜͙̦̖̩͡a̯̹͠p̡̮͉͇̹̹p͚̱̥̤ỳ͙ ̶̹̫̙b̟́i͏r̺̦̟͖͉t͓̩͎̱̤̜h͠d̶͚͙̳͔̤̰ḁy̻͍!͎̠͚̟͈̗͜ͅ"]
It's not my birthday, so...
three;
[It's so hard to sleep here. Part of Diana almost misses the ease of the anesthetic from her bracelet. She's exhausted all the time, like she's just finished a night shift at the hospital, but she's constantly aware of the potential danger. She tries to settle down for bed early, knowing that it could take hours before she finally drifts off.
But the laughter keeps disturbing her. The first few times, she dismisses it, assuming her travel companion doesn't realize it's keeping her up; she doesn't want to make a fuss over nothing. But then the laughing gets louder, and they won't stop, and she can't ignore it any longer. She sits up from where she's settled down to sleep, looking imploringly over at her companion.] What's so funny?
diana ☽ zero escape
[While it's not exactly the same, Diana learned pretty quickly that Norfinbury is not unlike the Decision Game in a lot of ways. There are puzzles. There are rules. There's someone overseeing their every move to make sure they don't get too disorderly. And everything seems to be set up to pit them against one another.
Needless to say, something like a note in such a strange place can't be ignored. It has to be part of something bigger, some kind of clue. To what, she has no idea. But that's what the network is for, surely.
Her voice is a little uneasy, her eyebrows furrowed in concern, but there's clear curiosity too.] Um...these tunnels are usually empty, right? I found something pretty strange.
[She turns her tablet to the balloon, and pans it down to the cheerful little note at the end of the string. The colorful card just says "H̞̜͙̦̖̩͡a̯̹͠p̡̮͉͇̹̹p͚̱̥̤ỳ͙ ̶̹̫̙b̟́i͏r̺̦̟͖͉t͓̩͎̱̤̜h͠d̶͚͙̳͔̤̰ḁy̻͍!͎̠͚̟͈̗͜ͅ"]
It's not my birthday, so...
three;
[It's so hard to sleep here. Part of Diana almost misses the ease of the anesthetic from her bracelet. She's exhausted all the time, like she's just finished a night shift at the hospital, but she's constantly aware of the potential danger. She tries to settle down for bed early, knowing that it could take hours before she finally drifts off.
But the laughter keeps disturbing her. The first few times, she dismisses it, assuming her travel companion doesn't realize it's keeping her up; she doesn't want to make a fuss over nothing. But then the laughing gets louder, and they won't stop, and she can't ignore it any longer. She sits up from where she's settled down to sleep, looking imploringly over at her companion.] What's so funny?