*she enters dressed in her usual blues (the only thing she's truly comfortable in), hair pulled back into a bun and an all-business expression on her face* *she should be unsettled by finding herself somewhere very distinctly neither where she's come from or where she was going, but if she is, she's hidden it very well as she scans the mansion and ( Read more... )

Enter one mildly concerned woman in her late twenties or early thirties, blonde and athletic, in inexpensive business attire. She looks around, hesitant. "Kids?" she calls. "Astor? Cody? Are you hiding in here?

"I don't mean to bother anyone," she says apologetically, and she really doesn't, "but can someone tell me where I am, point me to a ( Read more... )