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?]

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[?????]

...No. Should I?

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Not at all. But it does explain a lot.

[No elaboration! Because she then quickly pulls her own phone out of her pocket.]

Anyway this is a phone! We all have one.

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[maybe... she should find out what waffles are. later.]

Oh. That?

I left mine inside my room.

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... Oh. That's going to be a problem.

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You mean... I can’t get inside?

[........!?!?]

Isn’t there another way!?

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[She purses her lips, thinking...]

Do you know where your roommate is?

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[A sigh.]

Not at the moment. I suppose I’ll just have to do something to pass the time until he comes back.

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Now, that I can help with. Want to hang out while you wait?

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I wouldn’t say no to that. I was just thinking of getting a drink.

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I wouldn't mind tagging along for that. Shall we scoot?

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[she claps her hands together and gives a sharp-toothed grin.]

To the bar, then!

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To the bar!

[She will offer her an arm to walk together. But regardless of whether or not she accepts it, it's time to scoot.]

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[you know what? that's fun. lenore will go along with it!]

I'm Lenore, by the way. [she might have seen the nameplate but. y'know. manners.] You are?

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Sheila. It's so nice to officially meet you, Lenore.

[Because she absolutely read the cards.]

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[it doesn't take long for the bar to come into view!]

So. What's your drink of choice, Sheila?

friday, week zero

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[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.]

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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.

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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?

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Yes, of course. There was broken glass everywhere.