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For the moment that Freya's Door is open, a bedroom can be glimpsed beyond it, sheets rumpled from a night of sleep. Freya has only seen it the once and isn't particularly attached.
Speaking of Freya, she doesn't look too surprised by the bar in the house. Antipsychotics and the sedative from the hospital are still working their way out of her system; if anything, this seems to follow logically to her at the moment. She woke up in perfect silence; wandered through the door into cacophany.
She's clad in a worn light pink sleeping shirt, grey flannel pants, and socks. Her hair is tangled, not that she's particularly bothered by that, and her attention is... scattered.
Tiny telepathic tag: Freya McAllister
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Speaking of Freya, she doesn't look too surprised by the bar in the house. Antipsychotics and the sedative from the hospital are still working their way out of her system; if anything, this seems to follow logically to her at the moment. She woke up in perfect silence; wandered through the door into cacophany.
She's clad in a worn light pink sleeping shirt, grey flannel pants, and socks. Her hair is tangled, not that she's particularly bothered by that, and her attention is... scattered.
Tiny telepathic tag: Freya McAllister
{Plz to read this post before tagging.}