[For a moment Euri considers turning around and walking out. The first thing that sticks out is all the writing, and she's fairly sure that's the kind of thing crazy people do. She remembers a few stories from her mother in which people were locked away in dungeons or towers and viciously tortured and how many of them wrote disturbing things all over their cell walls, a visible symbol of their madness that lasted long after the creator.
But she's steeling herself, and after shutting the door most of the way taking several steps in, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. There's a window and some drapes she could move, but she doesn't want to start touching anything quite yet. The entire room feels creepy and empty and unnerving, to the point where she tries to focus on the things that look normal first, then get to the rest.
Okay, a bed. It's pretty plain. There's a lot of writing over there and she doesn't like the look of the gashes in the wall, so she turns a bit. Clothes... that's normal... table with books?
Euri's briefly reminded of the kinds of books Adel reads, and doesn't move any closer. Her eyes have fallen to the gramophone, anyway, since it's at least familiar to her. She'll start with it, giving the rest of the room a glance before examining the records and recognizing none of them.
... Well, the hall was empty when she came in....
Taking a record out of its sleeve she sets it on the gramophone, winds it, and carefully places the needle down.
Robin's got some pretty strange taste in music. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PDeB7Ruo0Vc)
But it's not as bad as that other resident's idea of music, so she'll just leave it on as she sucks in a deep breath and heads over to the table to get a better look at the books and papers.]
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But she's steeling herself, and after shutting the door most of the way taking several steps in, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. There's a window and some drapes she could move, but she doesn't want to start touching anything quite yet. The entire room feels creepy and empty and unnerving, to the point where she tries to focus on the things that look normal first, then get to the rest.
Okay, a bed. It's pretty plain. There's a lot of writing over there and she doesn't like the look of the gashes in the wall, so she turns a bit. Clothes... that's normal... table with books?
Euri's briefly reminded of the kinds of books Adel reads, and doesn't move any closer. Her eyes have fallen to the gramophone, anyway, since it's at least familiar to her. She'll start with it, giving the rest of the room a glance before examining the records and recognizing none of them.
... Well, the hall was empty when she came in....
Taking a record out of its sleeve she sets it on the gramophone, winds it, and carefully places the needle down.
Robin's got some pretty strange taste in music. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PDeB7Ruo0Vc)
But it's not as bad as that other resident's idea of music, so she'll just leave it on as she sucks in a deep breath and heads over to the table to get a better look at the books and papers.]