camber (negativecamber) wrote in playinghouse, @ 2012-04-30 12:55:00 |
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Current mood: | curious |
Exploratory
Who: Camber and Open
Where: Second floor, heading downstairs
When: Early afternoon
Cam poked her head out into the hallway, looking around.
She had seen the library already. When she had first been dropped off here, after a good twenty minutes of staring like an idiot at her huge, lush bedroom -- and then thoroughly everything as if it were merely a hologram or going to disappear -- she'd finally ventured into the spacious, empty hallway only to find an even huger room on the other side. It was beautiful, but she rarely even went to the grungy nearby branch of the Chicago Public Library without a purpose: going through aisles and aisles of titles she didn't know always made her feel overwhelmed and a little stupid, and she'd returned to the relative familiarity of her room. Maybe they had comics or music history or a section for dumbasses who barely passed high school. She'd check later.
Once back in her room she'd poked around on the computer only to find out that everyone else here knew each other. Or rather, most of the other people. It made her a little resentful, no lie, knowing she didn't get a fair chance to get to know everyone at the same rate they had. Not that she expected everyone here was going to be right up her alley, but they were stuck with each other for a year, and she'd at least wanted to meet everyone in an orderly fashion. Get to point things out as well as be told about them. That kind of thing.
A few hours of unpacking her stuff had diffused the feeling, though, and it was replaced with insatiable curiosity about what else was here - and who else. The money was enticing, but not everyone on earth could just pick up and leave their families, jobs, and friends. It sounded like a good way to attract ex-cons, though that didn't really bother her and obviously they'd all done the tests, whatever that meant. Hopefully it would result in some good stories.
Whoever was here, they sure rattled around in the mansion. She walked past what looked like it must be another room, but her exploration of it was stifled when she spotted the enormous staircase and cool winter sunlight spilling in from windows downstairs. "Anyone down here?" she called, walking halfway down and leaning over the rail a little.