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[marreddreams]

[The Dressing Room is an incredibly cruel place. First, it plucks you out of your home, and sends you back, only to pluck you out again and you find out that the one or two friends you've made in this place are gone.]

[And then, well. You get sick. Horribly sick. The kind of sick where you're starting to feel like you're dying. The headache is the

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[music2siblicide]

[Well if there is anyone less appropriate to cling to, but if you feel the need...]

...Hm?

[marreddreams]

[You are incredibly lucky that she has no idea who you are at the moment. At any rate, she's definitely clinging. Have a face buried in your coat.]

[music2siblicide]

[looks down at her] Hello.

[marreddreams]

[STILL LATCHED ONTO.]

... do you... know where we are?

[music2siblicide]

Well it's the Dressing Room.

[marreddreams]

I'm awake?

[This is your sister. And she looks so very confused. The apocalypse is coming.]

[music2siblicide]

Yes, quite awake.

[pats her head, a bit curious to her being confused]

[marreddreams]

[Clingcling again. Who knows why this guy seems familiar, but she's happy to just. Have someone there.]

[music2siblicide]

[That's fine, he's got nowhere to be]