[quicklog: connie/adrian facility]
[She didn't remember much about being at the house. What happened at the house wasn't important She knew the facility had injected a thing in her neck she affectionately called the panic button. Once her anxiety reached what could only be described as life threatening, they'd come find her. The GPS and the neck injection was her idea, actually. In the end, she trusted the facility more than her own family. The facility didn't ask questions, they just rushed to save her.
So, Connie was in the common area. She had on her big blue sweatshirt, gym shorts and her hair was shock-white. They had given her some stuff to calm down and so she was currently extremely chill. The common area was a little like a fancy hospital waiting room. There was calming music playing overhead, a fountain near the windows and plants. Connie was laying on one of the couches, fingers laced behind her head as she laid back and looked up at the ceiling.
No screens, they said. No machines. Would you kindly?