Brielle is not the one that is (ouverte) wrote in rooms,
Re: Log: Sleepy Brielle/Professor Charles/Captain Steve
[There was nothing alarming about the man in the chair. His voice was gentle, intelligent. There was a delicacy in his introduction, but many people were delicate with Brielle. Although despite the tender, humane approach, Brielle sat up stiffly when he rolled into the bedroom. Quite immediately, she was rigid with an oscillating sense of awareness. The drugs did not help, a wounded bird will exhaust itself trying to ascend. This man, Charles Xavier, was out of place here, and for more reasons than all of the ways that Brielle too was out of place. This was a different time, one lacking the technology for that shiny chair, but that wasn't why it was wrong for him to be here(she was familiar with the notion of people traveling through doors). But they did not travel here, not in this building, not on this floor, not into this bedroom. Nobody came here except for the doctor... and Wren, she remembered belatedly.
Like a victim of the mad surgeon unwinding her bandages for the first time, Brielle looked upon the fresh scar of her reality in dawning horror.]
I didn't do anything. [Defensively, the words spilled, and she followed in a similar fashion. She scrambled out of the bed to stand. Long gray silk in a floral pattern and the support of bed's wooden canopy. Whether it was the situaton, or the drugs, or the sudden rise in elevation, she was was feeling quite faint.]