Who: Terry and OTA When: Thursday evening. Where: A hallway. If she knew which one, she wouldn't be lost. What: Exploring without unnaturally acute hearing was really weird.
Terry felt quite deaf, really, and it was screwing with her natural compulsion to investigate her new home thoroughly as soon as her jet-lag wore off. There was something very unbalancing, even more disconcerting than her voice's loss of power, about not being able to screen and enhance at will the sounds of what was going on around her. Plus it seemed to be screwing with her balance subtly for some bizarre reason. In sum, lacking powers sucked, but at least everyone was sort of distracted from the new girl by their own problems. Not that Terry minded attention, but she wanted it for herself, not because she happened to be the latest arrival.
The distinct downside, of course, was that she had ended up being her own tour guide, which meant a lot of poking around aimlessly and not a lot of actually accumulating knowledge about where she was. Plus, all these halls looked more or less alike. Theresa ran her fingers through her riot of red curls - it was way too warm to even look at her straightener - and sighed in exasperation. Who knew it could be so difficult to find a way out of somewhere? She looked up and then down the hall, foot tapping impatiently as if arrows might appear to guide her, and then set off in one direction, determined to either walk until a staircase appeared or she found someone who could direct her to one.