WHO:
morecandles and OPEN.
WHERE: The Institute.
WHEN: Midday, Thursday.
WARNINGS: Nope.
SUMMARY: Blindfold's finding her way around the Institute, being her usual self.
FORMAT: Quicklog!
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No, no. That can't be right.
[ Blindfold mutters to herself as she wanders through the Institute corridors, the fingertips of one hand running along the nearest wall, trying to really get a feel for the place. She's calmer than she has been in weeks, what with all that's going on back home and what was happening when she first arrived, and she's out of costume, finally, back in comfortable clothes ]
They'll turn back on their own, thank you, when the time comes. When it's right. That's what everyone says, what happened before. But it isn't like before, is it? No, no, of course not. [ naturally, with her head full of other people's thoughts, sometimes it's just easier for her to think out loud. Feeling the wall stop beneath her fingers, she realises that she's come to a corner, and adjusts herself accordingly ]
Oh, excuse me, hello. It sounds like someone's coming.