Heart Seed Ruin Log

[goatsongs]

[You suddenly find yourself in the entrance to a library. Well, it should be an entrance - if you turn around, there isn’t a door behind you, but there’s a desk that says ‘RETURNS’ and a desk that says ‘HELP’, both with containers full of pens on them. There’s also rows and rows of bookcases all stuffed full of books.

Naturally, both the returns desk and the help desk are staffed: the returns desk by a bright-looking young boy, and the help desk by a serious-looking man.

Beyond the shelves of books, there’s a steel door to the left, as well as a wooden door to the right.]

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BOOKCASES

[goatsongs]

[There are a lot of these. Dozens of cases, maybe.

Casual examination will show that every book has a name on the spine, and that they're alphabetized.

This is also where you poke at the doors I guess??]

[chazukefang]

[When Chuuya didn't come home from work, Atsushi walk goes back out to find him. He heads over to the library first, to see if he stayed over to read when he finds him sleeping at the library. He rushes over to carry him back home when he's transported to a library after he touches him.

It's a different from the one in the City. He walks over to the books case to see that every book has a name on it. He's a little surprised to find himself there, though if this is something by Chuuya he would be there. He'll check that out later, now it's time to figure out where he is.

Atsushi walks over to the door and pushes it open.]

Hello? Is anyone here?

[goatsongs]

[Which door do you mean, Atsushi? The steel one or the wooden one?]

[tabakoto]

[ These shelves are so organized, it's easy to find what one might be looking for. (His works are there too, he notices. Oh. Hm. Alright then.)

It takes a little while, but eventually Ryuunosuke goes over to the doors. Steel seems so cold, in a way, so he tries the wooden one first. ]

[goatsongs]

[There's only two 'Akutagawa Ryuunosuke' books there, though. Strange.

The wooden door opens up into the garden.]

RETURNS

[vegetariangreatfestival]

[The boy's name tag says 'Miyazawa Kenji'. He smiles if you approach him.]

Welcome to the library!

[sunflowering]

[She's at a bit of a loss in this situation. The sudden overgrowth of the city has been a force to contend with. Now this, and she isn't sure what to make of it. But there is someone she needs to find. She blinks at the cute child who welcomes her brightly.]

Yes, hello. Thank you for the welcome.

[It wasn't usually like this though, she doesn't think.]

I'm looking for a friend of mine. Maybe you could help me?

[vegetariangreatfestival]

[It's not the City's library, that's for certain.]

I'll help if I can! Are you looking for Chuuya?

HELP

[thewildgeese]

[The man's name tag reads 'Mori Rintarou'. He tips his head in acknowledgement if you approach.]

How may I be of assistance?

[miasthma]

[ Oh, now what?

As if his time here hasn't been bad enough, now he's dealing with all... all of whatever this is? Akutagawa tenses, visibly bristling, and after a moment of furious silence he storms over to the help desk. Obviously, this is anothe rone of the city's tricks - so obviously, he needs to play along. So-- ]

Where's Chuuya?

[ ... That probably doesn't count as playing along, actually, but oh well. ]

[thewildgeese]

[It's Ryuunosuke. This is pretty good for Ryuunosuke.]

Deeper inside his heart.

[Which makes no sense without having explained that this is his heart.]

If you're looking for him, I'd suggest looking for your own book.

GARDEN

[goatsongs]

[You exit the library and enter a garden, or someone’s idea of a garden. It’s almost entirely filled with cacti, but there’s more than enough space for you to walk through without pricking yourself. There’s also a bucket of water, presumably for watering said cacti.

On the other end of the garden, there’s another wall of the library, and a piece of paper stuck to the wall.]

[chazukefang]

[Atsushi frowns as he looks around the garden. There are so many cacti around here even some water for them, though he's not getting pricked at all. He continues to walk through the garden, until he ends up at the other wall of the library. He looks at the piece of paper and takes it off the wall.]

[goatsongs]

[In Chuuya's handwriting, the paper says, 'What to plant next?']

[tabakoto]

[ Here we are, in the garden. It seems very prickly, doesn't it? It seems risky if one is unsteady on ones feet.

And because he's more interested in the note than watering plants, he heads to the other wall so he can have a look at it. ]

[goatsongs]

[In Chuuya's handwriting, the paper says, 'What to plant next?']

[sunflowering]

[ . . . A desert garden, is it? The climate she has been raised in is much too cold for cacti to grow, so this is her first time seeing any in person. She almost walks past the bucket of water, but pauses. If it's here at all, it must have some kind of meaning, right?

Or maybe she's over thinking things. Either way, she picks up the bucket of water and proceeds to water the plants.]

[goatsongs]

[The cacti look a little more healthy when they're watered, and bend to point towards the wall with the paper.]

NURSERY

[goatsongs]

[You’re pretty sure most libraries don’t have bedrooms, but there’s no way this isn’t one.

There are two tiny beds in here and a pen full of children’s toys. The walls are all decorated in bright colors.

Everything is covered in a thick layer of dust.]

Re: NURSERY

[sunflowering]

[It would have definitely been convenient if most libraries had a bedroom, in Yuuki's humble opinion. But then that might be a personal issue.

Still, isn't this a bit strange? Reaching out, she wipes some dust from the wall. It looks like it was abandoned a long time ago.]

A children's bedroom in a library, huh...?

[goatsongs]

[There's a lot of dust. It looks like it hasn't been touched in years, at least. Hopefully Yuuki isn't prone to sneezing.]

STEEL ROOM

[goatsongs]

[Unusually for a library, this room contains weapons. Knives, swords, a whip or two - all of them with a light coating of blood. They’re behind a sheer curtain that does nothing to hide their existence, but the floor in front of the curtain is spotless.

Aside from the door you came in through, there don't seem to be any other exits.]

[sunflowering]

[Blood. It's impossible for her not to notice it. Her eyes shift, taking on a crimson hue. Chuuya is a poet. Why in the world would weapons be found in a place like this? She's wary as she approaches, a hand tentatively lifting up to brush one of the metal blades.]

TRUE SELF

[goatsongs]

[The door opens into a jail with only one cell. On the other side of the bars from you, Chuuya sits, arms wrapped around his knees. His hat blocks view of his face.]

Go away.

[sunflowering]

Nakahara-san. . .

[Her heart breaks. Approaching the cell, her stomach clenches, gut wrenching. He looks broken, curled upon himself, face hidden. Throat tight, she kneels down upon the ground, hands gently clutching the bars, long hair hiding her face for now. She can feel tears sting the corner of her eyes. She can practically feel his pain.]

You've suffered for a long time all alone.