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Prompt 1: In a village in the middle of an eerie forest, you need shelter. There are many empty houses speckled across a central village, each with its own customizable features. The houses are always made of wood and field stone. They lack all modern commodities, however there is crude indoor plumbing. There are thick glass windows, misty and difficult to see through, and thick wooden doors that are heavy and difficult to move--however all of them have barricades on the inside to keep intruders out. Most houses have several rooms and some even have multiple floors, but there is something aged and almost crumbling about each of them. They are safer than nothing, but they are cold and uninviting. You need to claim one of these homes for yourself, but with so many unknowns, it's probably best to find a group to stick with and have your back. Do you try to take on this oddity in a house, alone? Or do you manage to find people to get along with and share a house with?
To say that Aimee was distressed by this turn of events was to say the very least. The whole place felt like a nightmare, slowly growing and encroaching, and she found herself longing for the comforts of any sort of home. Not that there was much to be said for the available housing options, when all of them looked transported straight out of Westeros and Aimee felt about as safe here as she would in the middle of the Battle of the Five Kings.
She let out a breath, examining the building before her. It looked relatively sturdy, and she tested the door, finding it unlocked but firmly in place--at least as much as she could push with her limited strength. Hauling boxes of books for stocking was some kind of workout, but she was still on the smaller, lighter side, and she knew her weight wasn't much and didn't really measure against a real threat.
"s**t," she said, voice soft. "What am I gonna do."
Kaefaux
