MHA #7 [morning]

[lots_of_olives]

When Viola rose, she was in a strange place. Though it was confusing, she went about her morning routine as she would any other day, though dressing herself was more difficult than when she had assistance

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[headkickpoet]

There was a light knocking on the door.

What, they'd talked dates, but not like, places, and it felt weird to call her when she was right down the damn hall. So Ray was here. Knocking.

[lots_of_olives]

Viola startled at the knock, and hesitated for a moment before realizing that no, no one was going to answer it for her. "...who's there?" she called, approaching the door curiously.

[headkickpoet]

"Pepper?" Ray called, through the door. "Uh, it's me. Just wanted to talk-- details. Right."

Shoulda gotten a phone.

[lots_of_olives]

That...was strange. Viola very carefully unlatched the door, peeking through it. She had to admit this was a rather fascinating adventure, but she still knew to be cautious. "I have no pepper, good sir, though I bid you fortune in your location of some."