Elegant. Artfully made. Graceful. Precise.
Expressive!
Loved!
Numb.
The key in your back rotates. Who wound your mainspring?
Your beloved roommate, the mermaid?
Your parent, whose forte is practical assistance?
Your... lover?
A cute outfit adorns you.
An understated black dress with simple frills?
Flared jeans and a worn band shirt?
Leggings and a draped sweater, perhaps.
A clue to your emotional state, perhaps.
You were doing something, were you not?
I'd love to know what it is.
Meeting with someone? Doing research? Completing college assignments?
Time ticks on.
(Your mainspring is a D20. Start at 15. "Tick down" to represent time passing. An hour of light activity, or 15 min of intense.)
Don't let it stop you.
(At <4 you can't process input properly. At 1 you freeze.)
Remember you are loved, even if you don't feel it.
(Roll once. Those hours are lost. Feel despair, helplessness)
Remember you are loved, even if they don't say it.
(Roll and add until you're above 10. Cap at 20. Learn about your relationship with the winder via the winding.)
Remember you are loved, even as life overwhelms you.
(Your voice is steam-powered, so drink lots of tea!)
Love yourself, clockwork girl.
Posted to Tumblr for the 200 word rpg jam.
A ttrpg adaptation of A Probability Experiment Turned Me Into A Clockwork Girl And I Really Don’t Know What To Make Of It All, as I just finished reading it.
I've read more compelling stories but the gender envy I had was omnipresent.
Just wanted to finalize the game before running out to the phramacy.
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