catch-all: lenore.

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monday, week zero.

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[lenore your phone

But Lenore's room is on the way to all the other rooms, which means that Sheila ends up running into her mid #phonegate. She pauses when she spots her outside of Room 1, scrutinizing her face before she brightens up.]

Hi! You're someone I haven't talked to before.

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[Lenore has been shoving, tapping, and occasionally banging on the door, but she stops when approached, quickly composing herself.]

Oh! Yes. Hello.

Do you know how to open this? It just worked yesterday.

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The door?

[Like that wasn't clear. She takes a quick look at the names on the plate, and shrugs.]

Well, if it's the same as my room, all you need is your phone. Just pull it out and swipe it.

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My... phone?

[said carefully, like the very word is unfamiliar. because it is.]

What is that?

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[She opens her mouth.

Closes it.

Opens it again.]

Do you know what a waffle is?

[Wh... What does that have to do with phones?]

friday, week zero

[sistocracy]

[Sometime after waking up and taking a little side trip, Lenore can be found sitting in one of the pod chairs in the Rec Room, looking at something on her phone.]

Oh, he was cute. What a shame.

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... Who? The kid who died?

[Hi, Lenore. She is here to enjoy the fact that the lights didn't up and die in this room.]

[sistocracy]

Oh. Yes.

[she sure is looking at his profile]

Seems he was a charming young man with a bright future. I suppose those are often the kind to die young, though.

[toesies]

Wow. Like this wasn't depressing enough already.

[Please don't let young adult death become the standard, wtf.]

But, hey. While we're on depressing subjects. You noticed the bar lights were completely fucked when we woke up, right?

[sistocracy]

Yes, of course. There was broken glass everywhere.

wednesday, week one.

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[On this lovely Wednesday, Sheila will be found rinsing something off in the kitchen sink. Luckily for everyone in this room, she doesn't make a mess when she lifts her head up to look Lenore's way? Death by Gluttony's hand, averted.]

Lenore! How are you?

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[Lenore's only just entered the kitchen, and upon being greeted, she answers with a smile.]

I suppose I can't complain. They've set us up with no shortage of interesting things to see and do here.

And you? What have you been up to?

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You know, just this and that. Talking to people. Hanging out. And I got my nails done, so that was fun.

[She pulls one hand out of the sink, to show off her nails.]

Pink because, you know, why not?

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Oh! That's very nice. I've been meaning to do something about mine, too.

[She holds up a hand to examine her own nails. They look very nice and human-like! At a glance. A closer look reveals that they're a little bit longer, thicker, and sharper.]

[toesies]

Wow! Someone is keeping it sharp.

[She, apparently, does not care enough to find this weird. She already knows she's a vampire? Seems fine.]

A little piece of advise? Lust is the one who can hook you up. They did mine.

friday, week two

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[After the announcement, Lenore can be found sitting on a couch in the common room. She's taken off her cape and pulled her veil over her head, appearing very much like she's in mourning. She stares down at her phone, which appears to be open to Steven's profile.]

Perhaps we should have taken a picture while we had the chance. [a sigh.] Too late, now.

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[Lenore is such a mood. Sheila will pause at this scene, before she suddenly remembers—]

... Oh, god. Your roommate, too, right?

[sistocracy]

Yes. You've lost yours, as well?

[evidently, lenore has been tunnel-visioning today. she's barely aware of the other victims.]

[toesies]

Yeah... In a move which, I assume, can only mean either we have three killers or someone's an overachiever.

[sistocracy]

True...

[she looks back down at her phone... then up, in annoyance, at the television in the common room.]

I wish someone would shut that off. It's a bit crude, given the circumstances.

[the television is not on.]

tuesday, week four.

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[On the upper level of the house, Sheila will be running her finger through a patch of dust when she notices Lenore. She holds up a dusty finger up to her, frowning.]

You don't have any dust allergies, do you?

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Oh, no. Not at all. [she'll sigh.] I'm not looking forward to having to do the washing again, though.

[rip all the dust clinging to the bottom of her full-length dress]

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Ohh...

[She glances at the bottom of her dress with a sharp exhale, sympathetic.]

Maybe we should find you platform shoes. Keep the length, with none of the extra clean up.

[sistocracy]

That sounds fun. I wouldn’t mind trying out some fashion from the future. Not sure I’d be able to walk in such tall shoes, though. Is it difficult?

[toesies]

Not at all. Just make sure to find ones you think are comfortable, and you're set.

[She gestures at her own high heeled boots.]

Like these ones! I could walk in them forever.