[Action| Open | Backdated to afternoon]
[….bathroom. She'd been out walking, and had needed one. So what if she’s never used any of the ones in the scho--education building? They aren’t any different than the ones in the shelter—there isn’t even anyone here. No one cleans these personally; it’s all the little robots that bustle about on a regular basis. There is nothing frightening about this room.
She’s still frozen a bare three steps into it, not even past the first sink on the wall. And she can’t move—not even her eyes, which are frozen on the handicapped stall on the end of the row. It’s the sound of ceramic breaking that finally breaks her paralysis. A few more tiles fall off the wall to join the first, cracking apart on the small patch of inexplicably exposed concrete. It’s when the rust bleeds across the mirror that she finally turns and flees out the door, hand clamped over her mouth.]
['I can't get rid of what they did.'
'You never can. You just decide if that's all you are. If that controls you or if you're more than that.'
'Too late.'']
[Too late.]
(((OOC Info: The bathroom now looks something like this. Feel free to stumble across it and feel a remarkable sense of foreboding--it is a sign of what's to come tonight. Event-style posting is welcome, as Alessa won't be here to interact with anyone.)))