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<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/salon.png " width="1050" height="387"> [[Enter|WarningBrief]] [[In-Depth Warnings]] [[Credits]]

<<set $CAF to "0">> <<set $daughter to false>> <<set $truen to false>>

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/regular.png " width="1050" height="387"> THERE YOU ARE. THE SPECIAL! MY NAME'S //CARLA//. I'LL BE YOUR HAIRDRESSER, YOUR MAKEOVER ARTIST, YOUR COSTUMER DESIGNER, YOUR MEALPLANNER, YOUR SOCIAL WORKER, YOUR MIDWIFE, AND YOU'RE EARLY! YOU BIRD. AND YOU'RE ALREADY SO BEAUITFUL! BUT, YOU KNOW HOW IT GOES! SIT, SIT! [["Where am I?"]]

Special Thanks: Smithsonian Open Access Casey Dressley Comedy [Youtube Channel; Character & Setting Inspiration] Satoshi Kon's 'Paprika' (2006) (Dialogue Inspiration) Credits: Writing/Collage/Art: Wearyrains Collage Images Source: Smithsonian Open Access [[Return|Title]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/regular.png " width="1050" height="387"> IN THE DRESSING ROOM, OF COURSE! NOW, BOSSLADY WANTS YOU TO DRESS FOR A COMMERCIAL! IT'S GONNA BE A REAL LIGHT LOOK. I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU! SWEAR ON MY [["How'd I get here?"|GETHERE]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/olive oil.png " width="1050" height="387"> HOW'S EVERYTHING GOING ON AT HOME? I KNOW THINGS ARE GETTING A LONELY OVER THERE. THE OL' ENTRY LEVEL AIN'T DOING YOU AAANY FAVORS ASIDE FROM BREADCRUMB CUISINE, IS IT? I PITY. YOU ARE A PRETTY AND YOU ARE STRONGER THAN THOUGHT. HERE COMES THE OLIVE OIL. [[PZT PZT]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/CONCEALER.png " width="1050" height="387"> YOUR HAIR IS LIKE EARLY MORNING 1983 AMERICA. I THINK THIS COMMERCIAL SHOULD RUN FOR THE NEXT THIRTY YEARS. CONCEALER [[POMFPOMFPOMFPOMF]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/regular.png " width="1050" height="387"> BEAUTIFUL. YOUR FACE IS FACEABLE. HOW DO YOU FEEL? [["Is this a dream?"]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/regular.png " width="1050" height="387"> MAYBE A LITTLE? YOU ARE A LOT OF THINGS. BUT WHAT YOU AREN'T IS IN COSTUME!!!!! [[SSSSSSSSSSSS]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/funnel.png " width="1050" height="387"> I'M ROLLING YOU INTO THE Funnel NOW. THE FUNNEL IS NICE. YOU'RE GONNA LOVE THE FUNNEL. THE RUSH IS LIKE A MILLION FANS. YOU'LL BE SO GIDDY! OKAY HAVE FUN. [[You're terrified!]]

<<timed 3s>> <<goto CHECKYOU>> <<timed 1s>> <</timed>> <</timed>>

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/regular.png " width="1050" height="387"> WOW! SO ??? !?!??!?!?!???!?!??! YOU'RE GONNA KNOCK 'EM hospitalized well-insured. YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL, ''MAEVE!!!'' [[HAVE FUN!|AD1]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/ad1.png " width="1050" height="387"> Feeling lightheaded? Queasy? Suffer from a fever that just won't go away? Is your world spinning, round and round? Are your veins 37°C? Are you sucking the dead skin off your tongue, scavenging spit to drink? Have you called Mom? Do you want to? <<timed 12s>> <<goto FUNNEL1AF>> <</timed>>

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/regular.png " width="1050" height="387"> WELCOME BACK. YOU DID GREAT! I LOVE YOUR COMMERCIAL. I RECORDED IT ON MY TV. MY YOUNGEST GIRL HAS WATCHED IT ON REPEAT FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS! [["You have kids?"]] [["I'm back here again."]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/daughter.png " width="1050" height="387"> <<set $CAF to 1>> <<set $daughter to true>> Yes. A LOVELY GIRL AND A GIRL AND ANOTHER THIRD SOMEWHERE INSIDE ME RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DUE IN THREE MONTHS. I AM MATERNAL. LOOK HERE IS A PICture of my baby please [[look at her|girl]] she just had picture day i have a picture of my other baby but she ate it NUTRIENT

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/regular.png " width="1050" height="387"> of course you are!! why wouldn't you be!!! AND IT'S ALWAYS SO NICE TO HAVE YOU [[HERE!!|girl]]

<<timed 4s>> <<timed 1s>> <<goto AFUNNEL2>> <</timed>> <</timed>>

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/regular.png " width="1050" height="387"> YOU'RE GOING TO GO TO COURT TODAY. ON TELEVISION! I'M SO HONORED! I WATCHED JUDGE JAUNDICE EVERY DAY. IT'S VERY GOOD. SO JUST ACT MAEVE-LAYERED. THEY WILL [[LIKE]] IT.

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/regular.png " width="1050" height="387"> ^^HAIR^^ IT'LL BE ON YOUR HEAD. I'M GONNA CORD MAANGE YOU AND PUMP UP YOUR CHAIR. [["What style are you going for?"]] [["Am I guilty?"]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/regular.png " width="1050" height="387"> <<set $CAF to + 1>> BLIND JUSTICE! THE COLLARBONE CRUMBLES THAT BLEED OUT YOUR CELL, PHONE ALL THE FRIENDLY NAMES IN YELLOW PAGES THAT MATCH YOUR HEARTBEAT WITH THE DIALUP. AUTHENTICITY'S CALLBACK NUMBER IS RESERVED FOR THE WORST CRIMINALS. or something like that [["Alright."|CAGE]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/regular.png " width="1050" height="387"> NEVER. NOT IN THIS BIRD[[CAGE]]. I FEEL SO FREE IF I TUNE OUT THE FOOTSTEPS.

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/funnel.png " width="1050" height="387"> OkAY YOU'RE GETTING FUNNEL'D NOW! HAVE FUN HAVE FUN!!! ASK FOR YOUR ATTORNEY IF IT GETS HOT. [[GET IN THERE|FUNNEL2]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/regular.png " width="1050" height="387"> <<if $daughter>> Thank your for asking about my daughter, by the way. <</if>> SEE YOU! DON'T BE SCARED! YOU'RE A GREAT [[ACTOR!]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/court2.png " width="1050" height="387"> "What time did you get there?" "What time did you clock in?" "Why was your break three minutes overdue?" "Why didn't you buy your usual on your lunch break?" "If you say you're injured, do you've any documentation from a hospital or clinic?" "You're awesome, you know that? I've never seen anyone work so hard on their first week." "It's this generation, I tell you. Nobody wants to work anymore." "It's a shame, ain't it?" "Damn right. All these young women, so priviledged, and still, can't be bothered to get off their butts and get it done! Ah..." "Maeve, fix your [[face.|fixyourface]]"

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/carleat.png " width="1050" height="387"> OH? MAEVE! WHAT A PLEASANT SURPRISE! CORNED CORNIPS? GOOD ON SALADS. THEY'VE A SMIDGE OF PAPRIKA IN 'EM! MY PARTNER BOUGHT SOME CHERRY STILLWATER WITH TADPOLE BOBA TOO AND YOU CAN'T HAVE ANY. I'm sorry! WELL, HAVE A SEAT! EVERYTHING OKAY? IF YOU'RE HERE, NOT CATCH UP A BIT? [[Why do I keep ending up here?]] [[Who's your partner?]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/carla2.png " width="1050" height="387"> BECAUSE YOU ARE NEEDED? YES. YOU ARE NEDED HERE AND I AM THE ONE TO HELP YOU BECOME PALPABLE. I AM NOT NEEDED, NECESSARILY. BUT YOU ARE! YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN!!!! ALWAYS FOR NOW! YOUR MONOPOLY IS BEAUITFUL AND CAPITALISM BENDS ITS KNEE AND [[WEEPS.]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/carleat.png " width="1050" height="387"> <<set $CAF to 2>> DESERVING BETTER! HAH! I'D PROBABLY GUT AT LEAST A DOZEN PEOPLE FOR HEIM ANYDAY. LOVE IS SO PISCES. hooray! [[I'm happy for you.]] [[Oh.]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/carla2.png " width="1050" height="387"> <<timed 3s>> BUT. <<timed 1s>> ...IF YOU WANT MY HONEST ANSWER, <<timed 2s>> I THINK IT{S BECAUSE BOSSLADY <<type 15ms>> __30°==!)##)!=#$(/°)(!!°??°=°?=;;:ñ{¨¨¨+++----__::;;!????=)(/&%$#""!°weWEDFFFN)))!?°¡°!°¡°¡?=)(/&°¡¡¡¡]]]))(/&&&&&$"&"/((/"!"/!°(//(! hhw/°))))/&&&&"""7628323)))8812627982|98 89238928482Y49912Y98 <</type>> <<timed 5s>> <<goto TORT>> <</timed>> <</timed>> <</timed>> <</timed>>

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/TORTILLA.png " width="1050" height="387"> <span class = "bigfont"> ''¿TORTILLA?''</span> [[You share the same dollar store.|SES3STA]]

<<if $CAF is 3>> <<goto TRUEENDSTART>> <<else>> <<goto BADENDSTART>> <</if>>

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/carleat.png " width="1050" height="387"> <<set $CAF to 3>> THANK YOU! AND...THANK YOU! MAEVE! FOR SPENDing time with me. I appreciate it. I can't see her when I'm here, you know? I don't know...When's the last time I saw her. I feel like her face is starting to blur, bubble and froth in my memory [["At some point, it's all we have."|SES3STA]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/carleat.png " width="1050" height="387"> YEAH. WELL. KINDA WEIRD YOU'D GET SENT TO ME WITHOUT AN APPOINTMENT. I'M GONNA ENJOY MY LUNCH NOW, MY BREAK'S ONLY -4 MINUTES. <<timed 5s>> [["It smells nice in here."|SES3STA]] MY WIFE COOKED MY LUNCH FOR ME I LOVE HER <</timed>>

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/regular.png " width="1050" height="387"> Welcome back, Maeve. I'm sorry to inform you that today will be our last session. BOSSLADY had informed that my work ethic & behavior is inappropriate, and doesn't align with with our company values. I regret to inform you that this will be our last appointment together. I will be suiting you to be suitable for a PSA. Let's start with the hair. Please have a seat. [[...|hair]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/regular.png " width="1050" height="387"> Your hair is done. Let's continue with your makeup. It's going to be dramatic. Please tell me if it feels uncomfortable. [[...|FINALFUNNELbad]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/regular.png " width="1050" height="387"> Let's get you into the [[searing tube]]. It will be set to temperature.

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/fire3.png " width="1050" height="387"> <<timed 2s>> "Is it up to temperature?" "Yes, ma'am." "Then why are you still standing here? [[Get out.]]" You hear her hesitate. So charred, yet the raw heart throbs. <</timed>>

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/adfinal.png " width="2050" height="1087"> Our values are solid! The system is absolute! Forgiveness is inevitable! Change inevitable tomorrow and tomorrow, next week, tomorrow! Saving face always prevails, the coupons of your coin purse kiss the cigarettes of tomorrow! We forigive either way! The retaining of the self, of YOUR self for OUR savings! Our perception of you is absolute! Change? You're not supposed to carry cash, you IDIOT! GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS!GOD BLESS! [[Get Dressed.|BADEND]]

<<set $CAF to "0">> [[BAD END|Title]]

<<timed 4s>> Nothing feels like it's moving. You usually hear a rush of clothes, but here, you've sat in a narrowed tube. You hear [[footsteps]] outside. <</timed>>

<<timed 2s>> "Is it on?" "What is?" "The tube. Is it to temperature? Is it even on?" "See? She can't even answer my questions. She just looks at me. I guess that's what a real professional looks like. Someone who just stands there and stares at you. See, I try to get to the root of the problem, I try to find out what's going on-" "I'm sorry." "I come here everyday and I do my job and you just stand there and look at me like I'm crazy. You think I'm stupid? I didn't get to where I am today being a bum like you and eating all day, not even doing any sort of work. You're not a hairdresser. You're just a user! You just want to sit back and think smiling, following your costumer service scrip-" "I'm so sorry." "No, no, you're not sorry! You know why? Because this isn't even on. See? You didn't even turn it on." [[Click|OvensOn]] "See? She treats me like I'm stupid and just...Expects to get paid for it!" <</timed>>

<<type 15ms>>"I have eyes. See? Since you think I'm stupid." <<type 20ms>> See the way she treats me? See how negligent she is to the work she does while any other bos-any other good-natured employee would've thrown her out- would've thrown her out to the streets by now? <<type 10ms>>But I'm not like that. I'm a GOOD PERSON. I'm someone who knows how to step up and be a fucking woman-" "plEASE STOP, I'll get my things-" "SEE? She's RUNNING AWAY. She's not even willing to sit and have a civil adult discussion with me; she's no woman! You're no WOMAN, Carla! You just want a paycheck!" <<timed 2s>> You feel the funnel getting [[hotter.]] <</timed>> <</type>> <</type>> <</type>>

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/fire.png " width="1050" height="387"> "WHY? Oh! There she goes. RUNNING AWAY. See, Carla? You're not an adult! SEE? She's a CHILD. It's disgraceful. You can't even sit here and answer any of my questions anymore. If you had just answered my questions to begin with and talked to me like an adult we wouldn't even be here. i WORK DAY IN AND DAY OUT FOR THIS PLACE. I'M ALWAYS HERE. I've done nothing but be nice to you, Carl,a and you're just ognna walk out? This is making me so upset, I can't deal with this anymore. If you want to leave, then leave-" "You were planning to fIRE ME ANyway-" <<type 30ms>> "FIRE YOU? <</type>> <<type 10ms>> Who said anything about firing- See? THAT'S where you're wrong. <</type>> <<type 3ms>> You literally- you're just making stuff up at this point and assuming the worst of me. <</type>> <<type 5ms>> I never once said that, I said, <</type>> <<type 15ms>> I SAID, 'your performance is starting to slip, Carla, this is a <</type>> <<type 30ms>> VERBAL. WARNING'. <</type>> <<type 23ms>> If you just opened your eyes and listened to what I'm telling you, see, this is AN ADULT DISCUSSION, <</type>> //CARLA.// <<type 13ms>> IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW THE DEFINITION <</type>> <<type 3ms>> but instead- just because I criticize-because I ask you a question you want to just come after me and assume the worst of me? <</type>> <<type 1ms>> >After I let you keep this job for so long WHEN NO BODY ELSE WITH A FUNCTIONING BRAIN WOULD?" <</type>> "PLEASESTOP" <<type 20ms>> "What's WRONGWITHYOU?" <</type>> "PLEASESTOP PLEASESTOP I GET IT I 'M IMGETTINGMYTHINGSIMSORRY" It's getting [[harder to breathe.]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/fire2.png " width="1050" height="387"> <<type 1ms>> "Oh my God, then you can leave. No, no, don't check the oven now. I have eyes. I can read. I'm sorry you have to see all of this. It's a terrible look, it really is. I'm sorry. I really think it's just this generation. They don't want to listen or talk like adults at all. They'll dress themselves in uniform and think they know so much but they DON'T. They're CHILDREN. but they never act LIKE AN ADULT- it's unprofessional. It's so unprofessional. I really wish you never let this side of you take over, Carla. Y'know, I really liked working with you at some point, but you've changed. I still see the good in you somewhere, girl, I want to see you grow and prosper but I can't do that if you're not even willing to see me as an equal. In fact, I was JUST thinking about giving her a raise- Don't you remember? ... Yeah, yeah! Me and my friend here were just talking about it, I've been telling them nothing but good about you, I've sung your praises Carla, have I not? HEY. HAVEN'T I ALWAYS SAID NOTHING BUT GOOD ABOUT CARLA EVERY SINGLE DAY? EVERY SINGLE TIME I- EVERY TIME WE TALK ABOUT WORK? ... THANK YOU. Because I'M not that kind of person. But it's okay. I'll be okay. I always come out the other side. God wouldn't put me on this Earth to..." <</type>> <<timed 11s>> <<type 23ms>> "To...Hey, what are you doing? HEY. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, NOSTOP-" <</type>> <<timed 3s>> The heat pools into salon and you see CARLA Rushing you [[out the door]] <</timed>> <</timed>>

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/carlaupclose.png " width="1050" height="387"> MAEVE? MAEVE? ARE YOU ALRIGHT, MAEVE? I'M SO SORRY MAEVE WE NEED TO LEAVE WE NEED TO GO. WHERE? SOMEWHERE! I'LL FIND SOMEWHERE, MAEVE. ARE YOU HURT? ARE YOU OKAY? I NEED TO GET THE STITCHES OFF SOMEHOW I DON'T KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW I CAN ASK MY WIFE, SHE'S GOT BETTER HANDS THEN ME, WE CAN HELP YOU OH MAEVE I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT YOU I DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT YOU AT ALL MAEVE I'M SORRY DOES IT BURN, MAEVE? DOES IT BURN? WOULD IT STING IF I TOUCHED YOU? I'VE ALOE VERA AT MY HOUSE SOMEWHERE, SOMEWHERE, I HOPE WE CAN CALL THE HOSPITAL IF YOU WANT BUT I DUNNO IF YOU HAVE INSURANCE JUST TRUST ME MAEVE OKAY [[...|THEBOSS]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/carlaupclose.png " width="1050" height="387"> YEAH, AND I'M SORRY ABOUT THAT. THAT WAS THE BOSSLADY. SHE TALKS LIKE THAT TO ANYONE WHO'LL LISTEN. I'M SORRY YOU HAD TO SEE ME LIKE THAT MAEVE, I JUST FEEL LIKE I WAS COMPLETELY LOSING CONTROL. I DIDN'T WANT TO STAY THERE. I FEEL BAD FOR OPENING THE OVEN LIKE THAT WITHOUT TURNING IT OFF FIRST. I HOPE THEY'RE OKAY, I HOPE I DIDN'T LIKE, START A [[FIRE]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/myhouse.png " width="1050" height="387"> BUT IT'S OKAY IT'S OKAY LET'S WORRY ABOUT YOU, MAEVE. THIS IS MY HOUSE AND THIS IS MY LOVELY WIFE AND THESE ARE MY LOVELY DAUGHTERS MY WIFE MY LOVELY DAUGHTERS AND MY HOUSE PLEASE MEET MAEVE SHE'S MY CUSTOMER FROM WORK WHO I ALMOST BURNED TO DEATH IN AN OVEN BUT IT DIDN'T HAPPEN AND I UNDERSTAND IF SHE'S MAD AT ME FOR IT AND I WILL RESPECT YOUR DECISION MAEVE IF YOU DECICE TO LEAVE DIRECTLY AFTER THIS AND I'M GLAD WE WERE ABLE TO WORK TOGETHER AND SPEND TIME TOGETHER BUT YES HERE SHE IS "hello!" "oh wow!! you'RE the Lady from that commercial I watch!! Wow!!!!!' [[...|OHYEAH]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/choppers.png " width="1050" height="387"> OH THAT'S RIGHT I FORGOT YOU STILL HAVE THE STITCHES OVER YOUR LIPS OH DARN THAT'S GOTTA HURT. SELENE CAN YOU GRAB THE CHOPPERS PLEASE. "HERE THE CHOPPERS MOM" THANK YOU. [[CHOP]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/aloeverajug.png " width="1050" height="387"> hey, maeve. this is the aloe vera jug this is gonna be very sudden, but on the count of three i'm gonna like, consensually waterboard you with this motherfucker and i promise it'll make you feel better but i know it's kinda scary so i'm warning you beforehand. is this okay? [["Okay!"]]

oNE...TWOO...THREe <<timed 3s>> <img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/CARLAMEG.png " width="1050" height="387"> HOW DO YOU FEEL? [["Surprisingly better!"]] [["Sick to my stomach."]] <</timed>>

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/CARLAMEG.png " width="1050" height="387"> really? REALLY? OH MY GOODNESS I'M SO HAPPY!! I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE FEELING BETTER! "YA WE HELPED YOU WITH THE BIG CHOPPERS" i guess the children went back into the walls I HOPE THEY'RE HAVING FUN. yeah that's great you're feeling better, maeve. not to cut things short or anything, but you're probably really exhausted. i think it's time we [[send you home]] now. REALLY?? WE CAN DO THAT???

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/CARLAMEG.png " width="1050" height="387"> oh shit, well. my bad. sorry. that's fair though, you sound like you've gone through a lot. but we should probably get you outta here now. back to a place that's more familiar to you. WAIT WE CAN DO THAT??? now we can. i think. i think she's ready. BUT HOW? let's [[send her home|send you home]] now, carla. ????????????? oh OH OKAY

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/closet.png " width="430" height="387"> OKAY MAEVE. HERE WE ARE. THIS IS OUR DRESSING ROOM. IT'S GOT A WALK-IN CLOSET AND IT'S VERY SPACIOUS. I'M NOT GONNA FOLLOW YOU IN THERE, BUT YOU GOTTA GO IN THERE DO WHAT YOU NEED TO DO MAEVE. I THINK YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS, HOPEFULLY. I'M DOING MY BEST TO HEAL, AND NOW YOU NEED TO DO IT TOO, MAEVE. GO ON. GOodbye, MAEVE. STAY BEAUTIFUL. [[YOU ALWAYS WILL BE.]]

You've been in there for awhile now. Carla said it was spacious, but it felt infinite. You could've been in there for a few minutes or a few days. Rummaging through the clothes, finally assembling yourself, by the time you found yourself before the [[mirror]], it all felt like the blink of an eye.

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/inmirror fullbody final.png" width="495" height="687"> <<set $CAF to "0">> [[TRUE END|Title]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/regular.png " width="1050" height="387"> THERE YOU ARE! DO YOU FEEL MARKETABLE? TASTE RESIDUALS? 15 OR 60? I THINK THE FORMER! LET'S [[CHECK|SES2]]

<<timed 4s>> <img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/fire.png " width="1050" height="387"> <<timed 3s>> <<type 25ms>> Cutting off the last traces of light, the industrial tubing leaves you no room to move. <</type>> <<type 30ms>> Your body, transferred seamlessly from the cushion of the old, tattered chair to the chilled, lonely metal makes the thread around your lips uncomfortable. Dampened by beads of sweat, your arms can't bend to scratch. There's no room. Not even enough room to turn your neck. <</type>> <<type 38ms>> A flurried buzz of static burns and pierces around your lips. The only sound that braces the chamber is an empty cough from a dry throat. You worry you'll burst the stitches. It feels like thousands of bugs nesting in the warmth of your jaw. <</type>> <<type 60ms>> And they're multiplying. <</type>> <<timed 2s>> <<type 70ms>> The tube is [[getting hotter.]] <</type>> <</timed>> <</timed>> <</timed>>

<<timed 2s>> <img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/fire2.png " width="1050" height="387"> <<timed 1s>> <<type 38ms>> The steadying glow of red cuts into your vision. You begin to see better, the inner linings of the funnel. It's metallic rings in hazed blues. The back of your neck becomes a pincushion for hairs, refashioned to an array of needles. Your clothes become weaponized, flaying into your skin in a desperate attempt to embed inside you. Every fiber of hair weaponized as the needles gouged to the pincussion of your skull. With the rising heat, comes greater strength just to breathe. The myriad of sweat and emptying tearducts teases the tightening seams around your mouth. None of it enters you. Your starved stomach feels like it's boiling. What little of your vision skews. Before the light, you feel like you're seeing heaven distorted from the devil's pot. The idea of expelling nausea doesn't relieve you. If you get sick now it's got nowhere to go but back down. It smells like burnt plastic. Cracked fingertips carrying a mudpie in a drought. You don't know what liquids running down are what's of you or on you. It betrays you like a cancer either way. Outside, [[voices.]] <</type>> <</timed>> <</timed>>

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/inmirror-closeupnocolorfinal.png" width="495" height="687"> Staring the reflection of you. A lovely woman. And you're wearing the clothes you like. Hugging you snug, like they were meant to be they. They're meant to be there. It's not much, and yet it feels invaluable. The satisfying click, of the final puzzle piece. You look unfamiliar, and yet at the same time, more in tune with yourself than ever before. The warmth, the relief of belonging in this body embracing you, cozy like the fur near to a CRTV. Your mascara's running. It's blended with [[tears.]]

<img src="https://wearyrains.neocities.org/game material/IFs/SALON/handkerchief.png" width="495" height="687"> They're streaking down so fast, and your smile's starting to hurt. You're sloppily wiping it with the backs of your palms. In smoothing down your skirt, you find a blue handkerchief. You didn't feel the weight of it before until that moment, but still, you pat down your face. The tears keeps coming. Your smile never fades. The woman in the mirror is at home with herself. Tears, mascara, and the runniness of aloe vera. Muddied, mixed, confused, but clearing with an overwhelming sense of belonging. All of it, encompassing [[you.|TRUEND]]

The following interactive fiction story contains potentially disturbing subject matter and scenes. Please do not continue reading, especially if you are someone that easily struggles with //feminine body dysmorphia.// Please take care of yourself first and foremost. [[In-Depth Warnings]] [[Continue|Enter]]

This interactive fiction story contains trigger/content warnings for the following: Potentially Disturbing Imagery //Heavy// Emotional Abuse: Usage of DARVO, gaslighting, insults of character, etc; may potentially trigger flashbacks Explosive PTSD responses Gender Dysphoria: //Dialogue that may trigger feminine body dysmorphia and can be interpreted as transphobic// Mentions of Vomit Heavy description of someone burning alive [[Return|Title]] [[Start Game|Enter]]

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