[madness never ends here. the buildings may break and build back up a little different, the horrors may start to alter or pick a different shape or smell, but they remain.
gads, Cecelia is tired. her fourth mug of tea is left in the dining hall and she strides out in the lobby just in time to hear the order barked. she startles with the harshness of it, going into sharpened alert-mode, eyes darting from the distressed stranger over to...
um.
the bland-but-inoffensive desert vista painting on the wall the person is gawking at?
she hesitates a beat longer before clearing her throat.]
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gads, Cecelia is tired. her fourth mug of tea is left in the dining hall and she strides out in the lobby just in time to hear the order barked. she startles with the harshness of it, going into sharpened alert-mode, eyes darting from the distressed stranger over to...
um.
the bland-but-inoffensive desert vista painting on the wall the person is gawking at?
she hesitates a beat longer before clearing her throat.]