The Killing Dance [Active/Open]

[dead_mans_queen]

Characters: Anita Blake, Rosette Christopher
Setting: Industrial Kitchen
Time: Morning of Day 006, after this thread
Summary: Anita's back to doing stuff! She and Rosette find a note, and otherwise investigate the new house.
Warnings: Dead bodies, disturbing notes.

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[bearcatnun]

Rosette had definitely heard the crash, too - she'd become immediately suspicious (it was a noise she was quite familiar with, actually, though she hated to admit it, and it usually meant something bad), and had, of course, gone to investigate, gun at ready. There was a good chance something would be found there...whether it was good or not was yet to be found out. She had something of a foreboding feeling, but no matter what she would go - she had to.

She'd made a fair pace through the new additions - slow enough, but sure. She had to be careful, but she was definitely not going to stall. She made her way through the halls without too much pause or interest. Nothing immediately caught her attention, and it seemed safe enough, so she just proceeded without worry. The twisting hallway that came next was most definitely an annoyance - the nausea was a definite side effect, and she had to considerably slow her pace to make her way down it - she didn't want to move too slow, still, but she also was rather opposed to the idea of getting

[dead_mans_queen]

Alerted by the footsteps, the animator had her hand placed on her gun. It was a bad position to be in--she was right out in the open, and there weren't many places for cover in the cafeteria. She hoped that whatever was behind her either had bad aim or wasn't intending to harm her.

Luckily, it was the latter. Anita smiled as she heard the blonde's voice, turning to face her. "Hey, Rosette," she began, raising her own hand in greeting. "I knew I wasn't the only one sane enough to think that crash was weird." She walked over to stand by the other woman, turning around so they were both facing the center of the room.

"It looks like this place was set up for a lot of people, unlike the one we have. Brings all sorts of questions, don't you think?" Just how many people had been intended for each of the houses? Had this house been used before, or was it completely new? And if it had been used before, then how many times?

[bearcatnun]

"Hey." Rosette greeted, a bit more properly, as well, nodding her head as she dropped her hand back down to her side, and moved to meet the woman part way. "Of course I came to look." she said, with a shrug. "I couldn't just ignore the whole thing..." she shook her head, frowning somewhat, and shifting her gun in her hand as she did so.

"Yeah..." she nodded as she looked around the room, following Anita's gaze for a few moments before breaking free of it, getting a better look of the room herself. "It's...kind of eerie, almost." She paused, before asking a question, voice low and serious.

"...do you think there are other people here?"

[dead_mans_queen]

Anita's eyes roamed the cafeteria. The entire room was a gigantic eye sore--the red-and-red checkered floor was particularly obnoxious. In terms of cleanliness, the room wasn't that bad. It had certainly been cleaned...though it didn't look new. The linoleum looked worn in places, the counter-tops lacking in luster.

"Someone's definitely been here, yes," the brunette answered. "Though it's hard to say if anyone's here now. If it's anything like our place, it'll clean itself, which means dust won't be sticking around. Kind of hard to tell if the place has been idle for a while without dust." So that left the question where everybody had gone. If they weren't in the kitchen, or even in the new house entirely, where were they now?

[bearcatnun]

Rosette nodded a little bit, in agreement, as she listened to Anita, moving past her, and a bit further into the room, still looking around the whole thing. "Yeah..." she mumbled, a bit, with a frown, as she did so. It'd certainly been meant for a lot of people, and had possibly been used by a lot of people. Either way...with each passing day, it looked more and more like this house was meant for a large amount of 'guests' and for them to stay. "So it could have been used...an hour ago, or not for months." she wasn't sure if she liked the sound of either possibility much. It meant that either more people were stuck here, or it meant that...whoever had been here was gone, now. Neither sounded appealing. "Not sure if either sounds that great." she vocalised, now moving toward that vending machine, curiously.