[we can have a ~montage~ of hair metal and puzzles and grouching and maybe a trap and more grouching and DDR and probably something getting punched and some bickering and!!! just as the guitar riff begins to come to a close (it doesn't sound like Guilty Love but maybe a little like My Boyfriend Is the Prosecution's Witness), the pair find themselves through the hallway, the door sliding open to reveal a chilly room with a floor of gleaming glass tiles. Part of the room stretches out of sight.
Ema hesitates in the doorway, not entering the room just yet]
Looks like something out of a video game... Doesn't look like that's the way out, either.
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Ema hesitates in the doorway, not entering the room just yet]
Looks like something out of a video game... Doesn't look like that's the way out, either.