Invitational: Closed Doors

Butterflies, and Tech Issues

APRIL 14TH, '21.

The first sounds that came to her were the repetitive chirping of the birds outside, along with the sound of crashing waves of the beach close by.
Bow's eyes fluttered open, the dim sunlight from outside covered by blinds made her want to shut them again.
Stretching out, Bow had almost forgotten where she was for a moment.
Bringing a hand to her face, she gently rubbed her eyes, blinking, turning her head to her left at the same time.
Whilst pushing herself up to sit, she kept her eyes on the robot, still sound asleep next to her. She watched as his chest rose and sank as he breathed. He seemed so calm. Much more peaceful than Bow had ever seen him on the show so far.
A small smile plastered her face as she yawned, shuffling up further so she sat completely up straight against the bed's headboard.

The room was dark,- but not so dark to the point she couldn't see anything. It was just a dim lighting. The sun was bright enough to glow up everything on this island- even closed off places indoors.
That made Bow remember properly- she was inside Mephone4's cabin. With mildly wider eyes, she breathed deeply, slowly getting off of the bed. One foot at a time, she finally stepped down, the floorboards only slightly creaking under her feet.

Puffing up her cheeks, Bow attempted to fix her hair a little. It was rather messy, and she wasn't in her own cabin at the moment. So she just had to use her hands.
Whilst doing so, the blinking digital clock on the small nightstand caught her attention.

The red blinking glow displayed an, '11:19 AM,' Which, was actually much later than the time she usually arose.
Was that the same for Mephone, then? Bow paused for a moment in wonder, pondering on wether she should wake the sleeping man or not. He might get a bit irritated, but at least she could save him from a possible oversleep.
With careful steps, Bow leaned over the bed, poking Mephone in the shoulder with her finger lightly.
The only thing it did was make Mephone twitch, and roll over a little. Away from the pink haired.
Bow frowned, poking again with a shaky hand.
No reaction.

Taking a deep breath, Bow finally used her whole hand to shake him, for a good minute.
Nothing. He remained sunk ontop of the white coloured sheets, his hair covering the pillow his head rested on.

"Heavy sleeper then, huh..?" Murmured Bow to herself, letting her arm drop back to her side.
Maybe she'd just let him wake up by himself, afterall.

Turning away from the bed, she subconsciously scanned the room, taking in the environment more in depth. It sure was quite messy, that was one thing.
Her eyes narrowed, as she noted down everything around her. The cluttered up desk-, (With about 700 monitors-) The many chords, wires and other items scattered around the wood floor, the chest of drawers near the door..
It was definitely bigger than the contestant cabins-, but that seemed to be reasonable, considering the amount of equipment that was stuffing up this place like crazy.

Pressing a finger to her chin, Bow strolled over to the desk, avoiding stepping on the thick wires as she did so.
Coming up close, she could see many things. Like, a lot of things. Ranging from keyboards and technological devices, to hairbrushes and empty bandaid boxes.
Bow found that one a little strange. But there was no point in questioning, really.

Upon further inspection, though, something caught Bow's eye.
Further to the back of the desk, sat a turned over picture frame.
Glimmers of dust covered the dark frame, the small glare from the sunlight being the only reason Bow even noticed it's existence.
There seemed to be words etched into the back of the frame, though it was so messy Bow was unable to make it out.

Maybe this was wrong. But Bow couldn't help her curiosity.
Picking up the frame, Bow held it gently in her hands, examining the picture the best she could with the lighting.
The photo showed Mephone. He looked different, though. His hair was completely dark blue with lighter streaks, dressed completely differently. The clothes seemed more worn, too.
Mephone was smiling, seemingly being the one taking the picture.
Next to him, was a shorter woman, with relatively short, messy hair. She seemed to be a dirty blonde, green and red tints noticeable both in her hair and clothes-, a pretty nasty scar covered her left cheek. She had a more surprised expression, but nonetheless looked happy.
Her smile was more genuine.
While Mephone had that look of mischief, the look a little kid would make when knowing they were doing something bad.