[Shepard keeps thinking she knows what will happen on Enso whenever new arrivals come. She keeps finding, every time, that she is wrong. It would be funny if it weren't always some kind of danger that these people are in. She doesn't go the the Chamber of Glyphs that often, mostly telling her stories orally, but something compels her to come into it tonight.
Her instincts are further validated when the Storyteller, tired, harried, and looking like they need a nap, advises that well. There are people trapped on the walls. No no no, not inside the wall, on the wall. The pictures. The pictures, Shepard, they are trapped in the second dimension.
This place is fucked up. Anyway. She walks along the wall, looking at the figures moving and running to see if anyone needs a helping hand. She spots a man shouting silently from the wall and approaches.]
i. PTSD symptoms??? DON'T MIND IF I DO!!!
Her instincts are further validated when the Storyteller, tired, harried, and looking like they need a nap, advises that well. There are people trapped on the walls. No no no, not inside the wall, on the wall. The pictures. The pictures, Shepard, they are trapped in the second dimension.
This place is fucked up. Anyway. She walks along the wall, looking at the figures moving and running to see if anyone needs a helping hand. She spots a man shouting silently from the wall and approaches.]
Hey there. Need some help getting out?