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[dermusiker]

[See that convenient empty room? The doors opening, and a figure in coming out, looking over her shoulder]

I really wish you would have more fa--

[Turns. Stops, mouth still open to speak. Snaps it shut and looks around once. Twice. This wasn't where she was going]

Oh my, is the Ark malfunctioning now? That could be a problem.

((Here, have an AU!14th.

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[acer_fossor]

*Was going to hang a poster on that door* Oh, hello.

[dermusiker]

[Looks down and... stares for a moment. Blinks. Smiles and acts like this isn't strange at all]

Hello. Do you know where we are?

[acer_fossor]

You're in the Dressing Room. I had a pamphlet, but I gave it to somebody else and forgot to get another one.

[dermusiker]

The Dressing Room? I've never heard of it.

[And she's obviously either been knocked unconscious and dreaming, or Rhode is screwing with her. Neither sound all that likely. Crouches down to his level]

What can you tell me about it?

[acer_fossor]

That there's lots of people here who are from different worlds an' times. My name's Allen Walker, it's nice to meet you. There are lots and lots of big white haired Allen's with a scar on their face all around here, most people seem to recognise them more than me.

[dermusiker]

[Ohoho, she thought you looked familiar]

Is that so? How fascinating. But is there any way out of here?

[acer_fossor]

*Shakes his head* People don't get to decide when they leave, the Dressing Room decides for them.

[dermusiker]

Hmm, that's inconvenient.

[Stands back up, taking another look around]

Where do we stay?

[acer_fossor]

Anywhere you want, there are free rooms all over the place.

[dermusiker]

I see. Well, thank you for the help... Allen, yes?

[acer_fossor]

*Nods* That's right, you're welcome miss. *And hanging the poster on the door now*

[dermusiker]

[Looks over the poster for a moment. She may have to go see this later, if only for the nostalgia. Starts heading off in... some direction]