Arrival [Ever seen someone put socks on a cat? Imagine a human moving like that, and you have the general impression of how Jonathan's walking around the base, tugging at the clinging spacesuit, particularly trying to loosen the collar. He seems to be looking for something, or someone... and then there's you.]
Hey. Weird question, but... you haven't seen a girl here, have you? Sixteen, about comes up to my shoulder, brown hair? Her name's -
[He stops speaking, abruptly, looking confused and frustrated for a moment before he shakes his head.]
I think I got hit on the head or something, I can't remember. She's my best friend, and I can't... Anyway, you got any idea where we are?
Minigame [Laundry was nothing. Laundry was simple. Compared to the rest of this Amazing Stories cover painting prison, folding laundry was refreshingly normal. He might not be perfect with it, but Jonathan runs through the first half of the basket in front of him at a reasonably fast pace. And then he runs out of clothes, and runs into sheets. Very large sheets. There's only one bed big enough in this place for them to fit. It'll be difficult to fold them on his own, but he's going to at least try....
And so before you stands, facing away, what is perhaps a very sad, very tangled bedsheet ghost.]
Can I get some help here? Anybody?
[More accurately: a tall young man has just lost a battle against a very large fitted sheet. One corner is draped over his head - will you yank it down, further entangling him, or will you help him out of the fabric he's tangled up in?]
Jonathan Morris | Castlevania: Portrait of Ruin
[Ever seen someone put socks on a cat? Imagine a human moving like that, and you have the general impression of how Jonathan's walking around the base, tugging at the clinging spacesuit, particularly trying to loosen the collar. He seems to be looking for something, or someone... and then there's you.]
Hey. Weird question, but... you haven't seen a girl here, have you? Sixteen, about comes up to my shoulder, brown hair? Her name's -
[He stops speaking, abruptly, looking confused and frustrated for a moment before he shakes his head.]
I think I got hit on the head or something, I can't remember. She's my best friend, and I can't... Anyway, you got any idea where we are?
Minigame
[Laundry was nothing. Laundry was simple. Compared to the rest of this Amazing Stories cover painting prison, folding laundry was refreshingly normal. He might not be perfect with it, but Jonathan runs through the first half of the basket in front of him at a reasonably fast pace. And then he runs out of clothes, and runs into sheets. Very large sheets. There's only one bed big enough in this place for them to fit. It'll be difficult to fold them on his own, but he's going to at least try....
And so before you stands, facing away, what is perhaps a very sad, very tangled bedsheet ghost.]
Can I get some help here? Anybody?
[More accurately: a tall young man has just lost a battle against a very large fitted sheet. One corner is draped over his head - will you yank it down, further entangling him, or will you help him out of the fabric he's tangled up in?]