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Who: Tracey Davis, Open
Where: The barracks then outside, wandering
When: mid-morning
Rating TBD
Invasion: Sure, why not.
Tracey woke with a gasp and sat up in bed, looking around as her eyes grew accustomed to the light. Her hand came up, and she brushed her long hair out of her face before frowning. She didn't recognize this place. The furniture was hers, sparse though it had been. It was still her rickety bed and and her splintery dresser it the corner, but the room wasn't hers.
So where was she? She pulled herself out of bed. She didn't feel drugged and a quick brush of her head told her she wasn't suffering any head wounds. So how had she went to bed in her room and woken up here? She reached for her wand, breathing a sigh of relief when her hands closed around the well worn wood. Well, at least there was that.
Looking around, she went to the dresser and started opening the drawers, frowning when she saw that the clothes weren't hers either. She tossed them aside untouched. She found what looked ot be some money though, and she stashed it. That would be useful. Money was always useful. Looking away from the dresser. She frowned at the desk. She saw a book there, and she flipped through it, annoyed when she saw it was blank. There was a note, but it was stupid. Like something someone read at the beginning of a muggle fantasy novel, and she tossed it aside.
There was nothing was nothing else to the room. A bathroom, nothing special. She sighed and brushed her skirt down smooth before looking toward the door. She had no idea where she was, but she knew she wasn't going to find out staying here. She looked around the room once more before stepping out and shutting the door behind her. Perhaps someone outside would know where the fuck she was.
Where: The barracks then outside, wandering
When: mid-morning
Rating TBD
Invasion: Sure, why not.
Tracey woke with a gasp and sat up in bed, looking around as her eyes grew accustomed to the light. Her hand came up, and she brushed her long hair out of her face before frowning. She didn't recognize this place. The furniture was hers, sparse though it had been. It was still her rickety bed and and her splintery dresser it the corner, but the room wasn't hers.
So where was she? She pulled herself out of bed. She didn't feel drugged and a quick brush of her head told her she wasn't suffering any head wounds. So how had she went to bed in her room and woken up here? She reached for her wand, breathing a sigh of relief when her hands closed around the well worn wood. Well, at least there was that.
Looking around, she went to the dresser and started opening the drawers, frowning when she saw that the clothes weren't hers either. She tossed them aside untouched. She found what looked ot be some money though, and she stashed it. That would be useful. Money was always useful. Looking away from the dresser. She frowned at the desk. She saw a book there, and she flipped through it, annoyed when she saw it was blank. There was a note, but it was stupid. Like something someone read at the beginning of a muggle fantasy novel, and she tossed it aside.
There was nothing was nothing else to the room. A bathroom, nothing special. She sighed and brushed her skirt down smooth before looking toward the door. She had no idea where she was, but she knew she wasn't going to find out staying here. She looked around the room once more before stepping out and shutting the door behind her. Perhaps someone outside would know where the fuck she was.