[snapshot 2]

[reckoncourse]

[look, it's a very confused, lost looking shutterbug standing in the middle of the common room, sheepishly rubbing the back of her head through her afro]

Seems Ah've been a bit lost lately... have Ah missed anything good?

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[bobotic]

Good? [thinking about it]

Uhh... well, spoilers for the kitchen: there're, like, TONS of snacks in there!

[reckoncourse]

[at the mention of snacks, her stomach growls. getting lost is not conducive to getting three squares a day.]

...lead the way, darlin', I could eat a horse whole!

[bobotic]

...Ummm, I'd go with you, but I don't think I can eat right before the poll closes, you know? Really grody stuff happens, so...

[reckoncourse]

Poll?

[she's been, idk, exploring the recesses of the closets and basement or something and completely missed any polls.]

So... those polls th' book was talkin' about actually happen?

[bobotic]

Um, yeah. [aw, man, this poor lady.]

That's what those weird puddles are, you know? If you didn't vote in the poll, there's a chance you could be, like... a killer. Without knowing it.

[reckoncourse]

[aaaand there goes the cheerful persona]

...so it was real. Thought it mighta been jus' a... mirage or somethin' like that...

[bobotic]

[extends a hand. a little bad at comforting, maybe]

Yeah... well, I didn't touch it, soooo, um, maybe it could still be? Uh, don't worry!

[reckoncourse]

[she gives a weak smile]

Don't mistake me fer stupid on account a' my accent, hun. 'Preciate the attempt, but I s'pose it was just wishful thinking from the start.

Guess Ah'd better get to work tryin' t' find a way out, eh?