preowned | clementine

[ 5. You open the door and find yourself seated in a chair, your arms bound behind you. You feel someone's presence behind you, though you can't see them - they are also seated in a chair. You can speak, but you cannot recognize the voice of the other person, even if it is someone you would normally know just by hearing them. You must play a game of twenty questions to guess who they are. Once you have correctly identified each other, you will find yourselves back in the hallway, perfectly fine; however, if you hit twenty questions without both of you correctly guessing the other's identity, you will both feel a sharp pain in your neck, as if something has been injected into you. You will then find ourselves back in the hallway, disoriented and as though you've been sedated for the next thirty minutes, and you will have a puncture wound that matches a syringe and needle in your neck. Only four minutes have passed.

well this is a terrible fucking room. ]

Hello?

[ i'm glad they've talked like twice prior to this. ]

Uhh. Hi.

Are you an illusion of someone I love here to yell at me? Because I already did that door.

I am not! Unless I am going to learn something very new about myself.

Were you a potential suspect last weekend?

Don't think so.

Were you?

I was not.

Wow. I am stumped.

Ask more questions then. You give up too easy.

[ she says, also not asking anything ]

How tall are you?

I don't know. Average?

[ she mostly hangs out with other teenagers so her perception on this is off. ]

How old are you?

[ shakes what does average mean ]

Oh... over a thousand?

That should narrow it down.

[ the problem is, clementine didn't memorize the guest list because it's not like. in her pocket 24/7 like in a lot of games. ]