Poppet (2019)
> x me (@ Closet)
You are a simple ragdoll, sewn together from scraps and tatters and stuffed with cotton fluff. Your eyes are mismatched buttons and your mouth is a length of red thread sewn to your face in a permanent smile. A few spools of red yarn sewn into your scalp simulate hair and your dress is little more than a patchwork shift.
> x Birgitta (@ Nursery)
[1st time:] My word, it's Bergitta! You remember her well. She is...was... another one of the dolls in the nursery. Yet here she is, lying on the floor in a heap, her limbs tangled, her eyes closed. Is she... asleep? Dolls do sometimes sort of sleep; when Polly tucked you into your doll bed, you did go to sleep in a fashion. But dolls don't sleep in the way that humans do. You don't lose yourself to unconsciousness, you don't descend into dreams.
"Gita? Is that you?" you ask, a slight quiver in your voice. Hesitantly, you poke at Gita with your hand. She doesn't respond.
You gasp in confusion. What's going on? Is Gita dead? That can't be! A doll can't die as along as she's nurtured by the love of a child. If Gita is gone, that must mean... where is Polly?
But if... heaven forbid...if Polly is gone... how is it that you're still here? A cold shiver runs through your stuffing.
- [asleep:] Gita is a sleepy-time doll, with a soft body and a hard rubber head with brittle cornsilk hair. She lays on the floor in an inert heap, dead to the world.
- [awake:] Gita is a sleepy-time doll, with a soft body and a hard rubber head with brittle cornsilk hair. She is lurching around, confused and mumbling. You can't understand anything that she says. You're not sure if she understands where she is or what's going on.
> x Tomas (@ Kitchen)
Tomas is a baby doll with a large rubber head and hard rubber hands. No legs but the rest of his body is just a fabric bag stuffed with soft cotton. At one time, his eyes would close by their own accord if you laid him on his back. But now his left eye is permanently at half-mast, lolling crazily under a semi-closed lid. His mouth is molded into a permanent O, perfect for a pretend bottle or just his own thumb.
> x Pirouette (@ Kitchen)
Pirouette is a wooden dutch doll with loose interlocking joints. Most of her paint has long since peeled away, leaving her with a blank wooden face. You remember that Polly dressed her up as a ballerina and used her to stage elaborate dance recitals... but the only remnants of her previous life as a dancer are the shredded remains of a muslin tutu still clinging to her hard mahogany torso.
> x Juliette (@ Foyer)
Juliette is a beautiful china doll with a tight crown of pale lemon-yellow hair and a fine blue silk dress. The left side of her face is smashed, her eye missing, and the rest of her face is criss-crossed with a spiderweb of fine hairline cracks.