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[hollow_way]

Going back through the door was not the best plan ever.

It is with significant relief that Amber finds herself somewhere not burnt or destroyed, though there's a brief moment of suspicion at the sunny bed-and-breakfast style lobby, cluttered with antiques and mediocre paintings.

But there's just enough to clue her in that it's the other bizarre

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[cristofano]

"You all right?" Chris asks from his spot sprawled on a different chair.

[hollow_way]

"Shit," she informs him.

"I don't even fucking know."

[cristofano]

"Is there anything I can do?" He gives a mean footrub. And accupressure.

[hollow_way]

"...tell me I'm not completely insane? Like, there's still a real world, right?"

[kittycopper]

"...you okay?"

Brian is, like this place, not out to kill her.

[hollow_way]

"...like, not-dyin' okay, or not-crazy okay?"

And who the fuck are you? adds her look.

[kittycopper]

"...which one are you more worried about?"

Aw, how can you not trust this smile? :D

[hollow_way]

Amber is good at not trusting. She was raised to it from an early age!

"Just now? The crazy one." Crossing her arms, she adds, "I been looked at by pretty much everyone in West Virginia and they can't figure out what's wrong with me."

[captainryan]

The hotel is awfully cosy today. Ryan may never get used to its mood swings.

He gives the newcomer a friendly enough nod before he heads over to the front desk to start rifling through papers. He's still hoping for a map or address book or note or something.

[hollow_way]

...

"Hey, you work here or somethin'?"

Amber: On Guard now.

[captainryan]

"If I did, I'd know where we are," he answers a bit shortly.

That'd be a 'no'.

[hollow_way]

Fair enough.

"Don't think we're anywhere, man."