Mister, you ain't lyin' Who: Leif and Domina When: Morning Where: The doom-dome, where Setekh had his fun
This morning, as the family got ready to leave the house as a group and arrive on scene, Domina's mother had informed Domina that her idea of what was acceptable to wear to 'events of this nature' was "unacceptable." Domina had responded by telling her to fuck off. They had since stopped speaking. Domina saw this new development as a vast improvement in the way the world work.
When they got to the scene, Domina detached herself from her parents as swiftly as possible, and made her way to the spot that was getting people so upset. The letters stretched high across the dome, cheerily proclaiming, abaondon all hope, ye who enter here. Domina looked up and snorted. "You ain't lyin'," she mumbled, mostly to herself. "But it goes both ways."
She surveyed the immediate area, seeing that the majority of the people brave enough to approach it closely were weeping or working themselves up to some sort of mental episode. One that wasn't was someone she actually recognized. She recognized Leif Niemi simply because he was a Niemi, and that was a name in this town that people knew. Much like her own. She'd heard that his mother was stuck on the inside.