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[goodtodream]

[Marian is humming to herself as she files a weapon out of a piece of wood with her newly acquired nail file she took from that strange room full of objects. She's been using it ever since but nothing has happened like it has to many others. She's sitting near a window in the lobby filing away when the sun shines off the nail file and into her eyes. She drops the file and the weapon she was making and instantly falls asleep right before she hits the floor.]

((OOC: OPEN! Feel free to bother her.))