[Open] On a cloudy day

[umpteenthdream]

Helen is still mobile in a rather limited way - she's around, but slow to make her way to the common room

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[booradley_girl]

Dancy's just passing through the main room, with her daily ration of apples and cheese, when she spies the notice. She'll grumble a bit at the sight of it and start to slink away from it.

[eight_livesleft]

She'll slink into Carol, then, who hasn't seen the notice yet.

"Why, hello Dancy," she says, "in a hurry?"

As agreed ^^

[booradley_girl]

"Getting lunch, going back to keeping watch afterward," she says. She's likely working a second shift, given the disappearance of one member of the Shadow Angels and the indisposition of another.

[eight_livesleft]

Watch. Finally someone who makes sense (Daryl excepted, of course.)

"Watch for?" Helen replies, and though she's still wondering what is up with Dancy, and thinking she might see a shrink....

Well, that's... hm.

It requires thinking. More than the 2 second gap between interjections allows. She saves it.

[booradley_girl]

"Security watch: there's a group of detectives who call themselves the Shadow Angels," she says. "Don't usually care much for cops, but these guys are all right: they wanna help people, not hassle them. Guess there were a couple of murders here a while, so they started keeping watch on the place."

Problem with authority as well as hallucinations... hmmm...

[eight_livesleft]

Not someone you want on watch. The claim of murders confuses and concerns Carol, and in a way reassures her - this place seemed to easy, in a way.

She'll have to ask later.

"Hmmm mmm," she says, and having spotted the notice... "Have you ever met her?"

[booradley_girl]

She'll look up at the notice and she'll narrow her reddish eyes at it. "No. haven't heard of her before," she says, gathering herself just a teeny bit, like a cat seeing a large dog at some distance.

[eight_livesleft]

“Neither have I,” Carol replies. She can see the girl's getting defensive, and years of having lied for her own preservation come suddenly to her rescue.

“But I might like to see her... for myself.”

A beat.

“Would you accompany me?”

[booradley_girl]

"I'll walk with you to her door," Dancy replies, edgy now, and with a strong implication that this is as far as she plans to go, likely with some scurrying in the opposite direction once they've arrived at said destination.

[eight_livesleft]

Carol kind of guesses that, and says, very quietly, "Hold my hand?"

[booradley_girl]

She'll hold out her hand, and typist willing, lets Carol take it. But she'll feel how cool and a bit clammy it is: she's even quivering a bit, clearly ready to bolt the first chance she gets.

[eight_livesleft]

Carol starts along the direction, though she'll take her time and ask Dancy to confirm they're not lost several times along the way, until they get to Helen's door.

And hold on, Helen is tagging in.

[umpteenthdream]

Helen was just on her way to the loo when she spots the two women, one clearly skittish, the other... just lost.

"... Hello, may I help you? I am Helen Curtis."

She offers a smile to the both of them, open and encouraging.

Go ahead, we can do you/me and I'll swap as needed?

[booradley_girl]

Dancy still holds back: at least the psyche is a woman, but she knows from experience, even women can be anything but kind and she'll still look for the quickest exit. Poor thing clearly does not want to be here...

[eight_livesleft]

“Dancy, it's alright,” Carol says gently. “We're here for me.”

Hold on, getting Helen.

[umpteenthdream]

Helen frowns, and looks worried. “Is everything alright?”