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[uranophobe]

[It's very jarring, to wake up in a somewhat normal-styled house when you are absolutely certain you last fell asleep in an insane asylum. But, whatever, let's just roll with it. This situation could be one of many things: Jervis creating a new mind-control simulation and deciding once again that "odd semi-friendship" means "I can use you as a

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[elevatoravatar]

[Walking down the street, headed home from one of her various wanderings is a golden eyed albino woman singing something in the language of Lost Carcosan, which if listened to for more than 5 seconds will be creepy in a distant and undefinable way. She'll however move past Jon in kind of a daze]

[uranophobe]

[This is not even on the list of the weirdest things he's ever seen. Still, this one seems a hell of a lot more interesting than the simple-minded zombies he's been plagued with so far today.]

Good morning, ma'am.

[elevatoravatar]

"Hrm..."

[She ponders a bit, eyes coming somewhat into focus]

"Morning, so it is. Hello sir."

[She bows]

[uranophobe]

Are you a fan of Lovecraft, then?

[elevatoravatar]

"Lovecraft? Hrm... I know of that man... No. He simply touched a soul that understood this. These songs I have known throughout my existence."

((Yes, I should pay more attention when I'm working on 15 things. Blah. I hate today so much.))

[uranophobe]

Have you? [craaaazyalarm] May I ask your name?

(DONG WORRY ABOUT IT BRO ;u;)

[elevatoravatar]

"Elizabeth. May I ask the same of you?"

[uranophobe]

Dr. Jonathan Crane, at your service.

[elevatoravatar]

"I see... What form of doctor are you in this town? Or is that an aspect of your person that was wiped away by this place?"