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Encountering a new friend... [Active]
Character(s): Mia Fey, Larxene...anyone else?
Content: Mia might not know who Larxene is but Larxene knows her...
Setting: Matteus Museum of Art
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None
She had not seen Diego for a little while, and Mia didn't want to know what that might mean. It was too soon to panic about it, which was why Mia found herself wandering the local art museum, trying to distract herself from disturbing thoughts. It wasn't really working. If anything, being in this museum was disturbing her even more. There was something very strange about art that had no history, no context behind it, nothing from which to draw any kind of meaning. She kept pausing in front of paintings and trying to infer something from them, and failing.
Mia didn't think she was going to hang around the museum much longer. Maybe getting something to eat would help her feel a little more grounded.
Content: Mia might not know who Larxene is but Larxene knows her...
Setting: Matteus Museum of Art
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None
She had not seen Diego for a little while, and Mia didn't want to know what that might mean. It was too soon to panic about it, which was why Mia found herself wandering the local art museum, trying to distract herself from disturbing thoughts. It wasn't really working. If anything, being in this museum was disturbing her even more. There was something very strange about art that had no history, no context behind it, nothing from which to draw any kind of meaning. She kept pausing in front of paintings and trying to infer something from them, and failing.
Mia didn't think she was going to hang around the museum much longer. Maybe getting something to eat would help her feel a little more grounded.
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She gestured to one of the citizens strolling through the gallery. "Aren't they strange? They're all around, but there aren't many older ones. As if they just appeared?"
She paused, bit her lip as if considering whether or not to continue. "I think that's what happens to people who stay too long. My hair... It used to be red. And my eyes were green! But now..."
Her eyes fell to the floor.
Oh yes, this was one of her best ideas in a while.
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"That seems like a very strange effect," she commented. "Are you sure your hair didn't just...lighten from the sun, or from stress, or...? That can happen, I've seen it."