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Lovelie wasn’t sure if all this excitement was normal here or not, but what she had gathered from others, it wasn’t. Which brought up her next thought, just how stable were these facilities really? After Saturday everything seemed to slow down, the 8th floor was still in ruins and a lot of people had lost their things which were tragic. But Sunday nothing insane happened, or Monday morning. So she was safe to think the craziness had passed.

Coming into the leisure room, Lovelie let her wings stretch out for the moment. She wore a tank top which made it easier for her wings to be freed on her back, with a pair of jeans. Her handlers were still assessing members, so she wasn’t really doing any type of training or anything just yet. For now, she was relaxing when she could and talking to people as much as possible. But for now, she rested on the couch, as her wings folded over her and she came to lightly brush them in a sense.

One good thing about this place, she was able to leave her wings out without being looked at. So she no longer felt the need to wear her harness, but it didn’t mean she tossed it out either. She kept it on her dresser just in case she would need to wear it in the future.