Room 203, Friday Afternoon
Cassidy was sitting in her room on her bed and trying to write a letter to home about her first week at Fandom. The problem was that her mind kept wandering back to her class today. She had seen people hurt before, but never so many and never with so many different and serious injuries. It also bothered her that they had to make decisions about who would get help first and who would have to wait. Oh, she understood the teacher's reasoning, but it still didn't make her feel very good about it.
There was also the matter of how that entire place seemed so real... and wasn't real at all. Those people felt real and acted real and they smelled real. The fact that they weren't real had her confused about how something like that could be created.
She might need to talk to Karla, or maybe to Lady Ghanima. She didn't want to bother anyone, but she really wanted to know how that was done.
She sighed, bending her head over her lap desk again to try to write this letter.
[[Door and post are open. Expect SP as I am at work. :D]]
There was also the matter of how that entire place seemed so real... and wasn't real at all. Those people felt real and acted real and they smelled real. The fact that they weren't real had her confused about how something like that could be created.
She might need to talk to Karla, or maybe to Lady Ghanima. She didn't want to bother anyone, but she really wanted to know how that was done.
She sighed, bending her head over her lap desk again to try to write this letter.
[[Door and post are open. Expect SP as I am at work. :D]]