Night 51: F21-30 Hallway

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The latest intercom announcement filled Aigis with a sense of dread. Aborting her attempt at writing in her journal, Aigis stood silent for a moment then paced to the closet to retrieve her baseball bat. She would normally have offered her roommate some assistance during her first night in the institute, but Kay had already expressed during

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The bed was abandoned quickly, Celty spinning round the center of the floor as she looked for something to view herself in. But the walls were bare save for the furniture, which became her next target. She went to the closet and threw it open, messing through the clothes a moment before turning on the desk. There had to be something! In the drawers she hoped for something like a makeup compact (as though a hospital would have something like that), but only found pens and what looked like a journal. Trying the other side of the room's similar pieces showed her the same - clothes in the closet and pens and a journal in the desk.

Calm down. Celty folded her hands as she began to pace back and forth. Don't panic. Just don't panic! There's an explanation! There's always an explanation! She stopped, looked up and spotted the door. If he just went and found somebody she could get this whole thing sorted out! Shinra preferable, but at this point she'd even settle for that batty old man of his if it'd get her some answers!

She nearly rushed for the door but stopped again, remembering the situation. Strange room, no helmet, no PDA. She was sure enough of her... of her probably not needing her helmet, but the PDA was how she communicated. Without that she couldn't...

She could...

Slow didn't even begin to describe the rate at which Celty moved her lips to parting. It was there, ready to be used. Ready for her to speak words through it, dreamed up or not. Breath was all that came for a long while until Celty finally drew a deep breath and forced sound. "I...!" she said, then clapped her hands over her mouth before quickly rushing to the desk again, grabbing the journal and the first pen she could find and leaving the room.

Too real, too real, too real!

Re: F27

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