Sweet Injection Active/Open
Characters: Fran Madaraki, Open
Setting: Entrance hall / Grand room
Time: Day 14, anytime?
Summary: Fran enters the house.
Warnings: Medical talk... Fran should probably be a walking potential gore warning.
“Ehh? This doesn't look right at all...”
Fran turned her head around to take in the unusual surroundings. Well, not really unusual, it seemed like a fairly typical front hallway, but what was unusual was that moments earlier, Fran had been on her way to the hot labs, which, this most definitely was not. Unless something had gone rather awry with an experiment and she was hallucinating. That was always possible.
“Okitaaaa? Veronicaaa? ...Anyone? That strange.” ,She called into the distance as she stood up and dusted her skirt.
Fran wondered out through the hallway and into the main room, examining it as well.
“It doesn't feel like I'm hallucinating, but I suppose there's no way of knowing. Maybe if I found a book I wouldn't be able to read it, like in a dream, but I'm not sure that's the way it works when you're hallucinating. Maybe I've hit my head and I'm in a coma... or I could have some sort of brain parasite. No, that wouldn't make sense, I checked my brain this morning...”
Fran continued to rattle off theories about her own fate to herself, rather oblivious to the rest of the world and seemingly forgetting where it was that she was standing.
Setting: Entrance hall / Grand room
Time: Day 14, anytime?
Summary: Fran enters the house.
Warnings: Medical talk... Fran should probably be a walking potential gore warning.
“Ehh? This doesn't look right at all...”
Fran turned her head around to take in the unusual surroundings. Well, not really unusual, it seemed like a fairly typical front hallway, but what was unusual was that moments earlier, Fran had been on her way to the hot labs, which, this most definitely was not. Unless something had gone rather awry with an experiment and she was hallucinating. That was always possible.
“Okitaaaa? Veronicaaa? ...Anyone? That strange.” ,She called into the distance as she stood up and dusted her skirt.
Fran wondered out through the hallway and into the main room, examining it as well.
“It doesn't feel like I'm hallucinating, but I suppose there's no way of knowing. Maybe if I found a book I wouldn't be able to read it, like in a dream, but I'm not sure that's the way it works when you're hallucinating. Maybe I've hit my head and I'm in a coma... or I could have some sort of brain parasite. No, that wouldn't make sense, I checked my brain this morning...”
Fran continued to rattle off theories about her own fate to herself, rather oblivious to the rest of the world and seemingly forgetting where it was that she was standing.