[The door opens! And since neither one of you detailed any specific precautions about positioning yourselves prior to it sliding open —
Both Kaveh and Alhaitham will be able to see into the room, which is almost immediately discernible as some sort of library or reading nook. There are books just about everywhere — on shelves lining the walls, stacked in piles on the floor, covering most available horizontal surfaces. Kaveh, in particular, might find himself experiencing a sense of deja vu about this room.
However, books aren't the only things inside it; quite the contrary, it looks surprisingly lived-in, featuring beanbag chairs that are in good condition but have definitely seen a lot of loving use, cheap plastic toys reminiscent of slinkies and Pez dispensers, a stuffed animal with the fur worn nearly flat where it once was likely quite fluffy. The source of the music is almost definitely the Discman lying between the two beanbags, playing some sort of nondescript pop tune audible through the attached headphones. Scattered everywhere — sticking out of books, attached to the walls, littered on the floor — are post-it notes with writing scribbled on them.
It seems as though someone, or someones, spent quite a bit of time in this room! Surely there's stuff to find — where would you like to look first?]
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Both Kaveh and Alhaitham will be able to see into the room, which is almost immediately discernible as some sort of library or reading nook. There are books just about everywhere — on shelves lining the walls, stacked in piles on the floor, covering most available horizontal surfaces. Kaveh, in particular, might find himself experiencing a sense of deja vu about this room.
However, books aren't the only things inside it; quite the contrary, it looks surprisingly lived-in, featuring beanbag chairs that are in good condition but have definitely seen a lot of loving use, cheap plastic toys reminiscent of slinkies and Pez dispensers, a stuffed animal with the fur worn nearly flat where it once was likely quite fluffy. The source of the music is almost definitely the Discman lying between the two beanbags, playing some sort of nondescript pop tune audible through the attached headphones. Scattered everywhere — sticking out of books, attached to the walls, littered on the floor — are post-it notes with writing scribbled on them.
It seems as though someone, or someones, spent quite a bit of time in this room! Surely there's stuff to find — where would you like to look first?]