[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.]
I suppose that isn't the only strange thing that's happened today. I saw something peculiar in the elevator just earlier, and I'm not entirely sure if it was real or not.
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friday, week zero
Oh, he was cute. What a shame.
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[Hi, Lenore. She is here to enjoy the fact that the lights didn't up and die in this room.]
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[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.
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[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?
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I suppose that isn't the only strange thing that's happened today. I saw something peculiar in the elevator just earlier, and I'm not entirely sure if it was real or not.
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There was blood on the walls. Splatters of it, that... looked like they were shaped like hearts.
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[Slowly.]
Are we talking like finger painting, or...?
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But touching it caused more heart-shaped spots to appear on the walls, like magic.
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[She does not sound judgmental, exactly. But.]
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[yeah, a lot of people have been reacting to that.]
God. It's like nobody here's seen a vampire before.
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[Which was likely obvious, considering the surprise on her face.]
If you don't mind me asking— whom, or what, are you eating?
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I have had to cut down, but fortunately, I had a volunteer. Someone who was curious, and perhaps enjoys a little danger.
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Might be hard to go back to drinking wine that tastes of dirt, though.