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[icqcq]

[The excitement from the beginning of summer seems to have calmed down by now, and it's a quiet, peaceful day in the Dressing Room, slightly cloudy with thirty percent chance of precipitation. But, of course, on quiet days such as these something tends to be happening if one listens close enough

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[donereasoning]

[Glances over when he hears the noise. Is someone trying to sneak up on him?]

[icqcq]

[Nope, quite the opposite. Trying to sneak away.]

[donereasoning]

[Now that just makes him curious. He starts heading to where he heard something.]

[icqcq]

[Starts panicking at the footsteps coming closer, trying to be as small and inconspicuous as she possibly can.]

[donereasoning]

[Closer, and closer, and closer, and-- there, was something behind that stack of boxes?]

[icqcq]

[No. The space behind the box stack is completely vacant. It would definitely not be worth your time to check out. Move along.]

[donereasoning]

[Ugh, nothing there. Maybe it was just some stray cat or something.

Irritated with himself, he pushes over a stacked box before walking away from the area.]

[icqcq]

[And donk on her head it goes.]

Ah!

[donereasoning]

[He whirls around -- damn it, there really was a person? -- and swiftly stalks back to the boxes.]

Who's there?

[icqcq]

[Crap, crap. She can't very well play nonexistent anymore, can she?]

N-no one important...

[donereasoning]

I'll be the judge of that.

[He shoves over another box, more forcefully.] Show yourself.

[icqcq]

[She shuffles further back reflexively, whimpering.]

[donereasoning]

[He eases up a little, frowning. Something that whimpers probably isn't too great a threat to him. Maybe.]

Why are you here?

[icqcq]

I-I don't know...I don't know where I am...

[donereasoning]

You're a newcomer?

[icqcq]

I guess so...