> Throw all towels inside the bathtub and turn on the water in case it's not already on.
> No, don't do that. Question what you were just thinking.

A perfectly good waste of perfectly good towels. The drain has a sensor that stops the automatic flow of water when it's clogged.

As for turning on the water, I already said it's always running.


> Realize that having only one physical exit route from your bedroom is, under the circumstances, a stupid idea.

Most bedrooms only have door. Or so I'm told. The Homeship is in space, so the balcony isn't a viable choice of escape route either.


Enter command: >_

> Go to the south door in attempt to break it open

There is no south door here. There is an open door to the west leading to my personal relaxation chamber.


Enter command: >_

> Pick up nearest object that classifies as weapon

A towel, once dunked in the bathtub, could classify as a weapon. But there's nothing here that a wet towel would be particularly useful on.

It's no matter, really. I'm in no hurry.


Enter command: >_

> Return to bedroom; construct fort from pillows, chair, chair cushion, and sheets.

Okay. I spend the next fifteen minutes constructing a fort.

This is Sheet Fort. Come in, Yellow Pervert. Over.


THIS IS INCREDIBLY STUPID.


Enter command: >_

> Actually contact the yellow pervert, if at all possible. Maybe he's your ticket out.

What do you think I tried to do? Bake a potato?

He seems to be very much out of range. But I'm in no real hurry to leave, and he'll be back eventually.


Enter command: >_

> make a sheet cape and act like superman (woman in your case)

All the sheets are already made part of the fort. And that's not a Fortress of Solitude anyway.


Enter command: >_

> Examine locked chest.

That chest is where I keep my other toys. The key is around here somewhere, but it wouldn't be much of a game if I just went and retrieved it.


Enter command: >_

> Search own chest for keys. Or anything else of interest.

Oh you :3

I already went over what I'm carrying, and that wasn't among it, remember? All I have is my clothes (worn), no shoes, and Max the Rabbit (closed).


Enter command: >_

> Have a closer look at Max the Rabbit.

He's a backpack, based on a comic book and videogame character. His toothy mouth is a zipper. Inside is a Magnum (unloaded), several ammo clips, some pencils, a box of sugar cubes, and no chest key.


Enter command: >_

> Briefly ponder why you're carrying sugar cubes.

Obviously because sugar is my primary fuel. There's no need to worry about that for at least several hours still.


Enter command: >_

> Travel back into the bathroom and have a quick look at your face in the mirror

...Looks okay. Still as cute and marketable as ever.


> Examine cabinet full of "proper" toys and knick-knacks.

Among the more interesting things there's some anime figurines, some plushies, a handful of origami cranes, and a custom My Little Pony doll that danna made in my likeness.


Enter command: >_

> Consider taking a bath to clear your head of all this otherworldly suggestion nonsense.

Though the general suggestion sounds highly appealing, it would be a bad idea to bathe while clothed.


Enter command: >_

>Remove your clothes and then bathe, perhaps

Haha yeah right. As if I'd take off my clothes for any little pervert who asks. I hardly even know you! At least buy me flowers first or something sappy like that.


Enter command: >_

> Recall the location of any owned robes in case the idea comes up again.

In the tall cabinet, of course.

But damn does that bath look inviting...


> Take my sappy Flower

And maybe take me out for dinner? Seriously, kids these days...


Enter command: >_

> Grab one of your robes and hang it up in the bathroom somewhere, just to prepare for the inevitable.

Can't imagine why, but okay. There's now a huggably oversized black robe hanging next to the even more oversized towel.


Enter command: >_

> Postpone the inevitable by horsing around with the pony doll.

Okay. I spend about half an hour playing out a Detective Conan meets My Little Pony story with pony-me and selected anime figurines.

It is remarkably un-shippy.


Enter command: >_

> Maybe now's a good time for that bath. Disrobe and quickly slip into the water.

It's always a good time for a bath. That's why there's a constant flow.

Rarely wearing a full set of clothes makes for a quick disrobing. The water feels great, and quite relaxing. So relaxing I might just ignore the proximity alert ringing in the back of my head.


Enter command: >_

> What's that ringing? It's not like any of the other voices in your head.

It's a proximity alert. Means someone who's not supposed to be on board is on board. I can't help but feel safe, though. The door's locked, and all the other doors and walls are reinforced. Even the Japanese-style paper walls that make up most of the ship's corridors and main rooms aren't really paper at all...


Enter command: >_

> Cynthia: wake.

What was that noise!? That wasn't just a proximity alert!

I jump out of the bath, snatch my robe, and quickly put it on, then crouch in a corner.


Enter command: >_

> Load magnum.

I reach out for Max and take out my gun and an ammo clip. Chances are low that anything would get through those doors, but it never hurts to be prepared.


Enter command: >_