finalwitch
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damned
Day 50: Game Room (3rd Shift)
Games. She honestly cared little for their existence, but among the list of activities available, this particular room had called out to Ange. Perhaps her decision had been the result of elimination: she didn't particularly like the idea of going outside nor fiddling around with the arts. And the girl certainly disliked the idea of hanging out in the Sun Room, watching pretty pictures dance across a screen.
The larger part of her, on the other hand, realized the decision to be deliberate. Perhaps she couldn't resist the prospect of objectives and rules, dice and pieces. Pawns and kings. Something about that, out of the many available in the institute, was familiar. Close to home.
When she entered the room, Ange paused at the threshold, content on surveying for the moment. The area was empty; it seemed no one, aside from a handful of spare nurses, had wanted to play with the objects housed within. An annoyed expression locked in place, and the girl began to walk around the perimeter in slow strides. If she was to be here for a couple of hours, she might as well do something.
[Free, no limits.]
The larger part of her, on the other hand, realized the decision to be deliberate. Perhaps she couldn't resist the prospect of objectives and rules, dice and pieces. Pawns and kings. Something about that, out of the many available in the institute, was familiar. Close to home.
When she entered the room, Ange paused at the threshold, content on surveying for the moment. The area was empty; it seemed no one, aside from a handful of spare nurses, had wanted to play with the objects housed within. An annoyed expression locked in place, and the girl began to walk around the perimeter in slow strides. If she was to be here for a couple of hours, she might as well do something.
[Free, no limits.]