Sep 07, 2011 10:34
[ One of the things about being an artificial being used to trying to follows the whims of other to please them is the unfortunate setback of a terrible lack individuality--so even when the rooms returned to normal hers remains a tad changed--likened as much as possible to what it once was. The once hotel-looking room is now bleached white with almost no color in the room. The sparse pieces of furniture are the only things that aren't white, really.
But the room is less of a concern of hers than the fact that she's having trouble getting her flask from the perilous location of a table top to somewhere it won't fall over. Hard when being able to touch it is her loss but she's going to persevere!! Which...basically means opening her journal. ]
Hello? I was wondering if someone could help me if you're not too busy. There's something I can't move on my own and it's important.
[ There, that sounds good c: Amoretta will move into the hallway after that to go an sit on one of the benches at the end, journal held in her lap. ]
[ ooc; also open to anyone on the 10th floor if they happen to be wandering that way c: STILL A DEMON/DEVIL-MAGNET, for those who happen to be a smidgen of either ]
amoretta virgine