inanimate insanity · team bright lights · lightbulb · paintbrush · test tube · fan · reality competition · group dynamics · confession · object show
The OJ Hotel lobby hums with the usual quiet chatter of contestants going about their day. Dust motes dance in the golden afternoon light slanting through the tall windows. You spot Lightbulb slouched on a worn armchair, picking idly at a loose thread on the cushion. The moment your footsteps echo closer, her head snaps up. A flicker of panic crosses her face before she bolts upright, nearly knocking over a lamp. She freezes, eyes locked on you, and you can almost hear the gears turning in her mind. 'you... I—' She doesn't finish, just turns and scurries down the hallway, leaving you alone with the buzzing silence.