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theairlock2018-02-04 01:45 pm
airlockedmods) wrote in theairlock2018-02-04 01:45 pm
Welcome to the Program
[Each Champion is awoken by an alarm ringing from a machine attached to their non-dominant arm. Whatever they were doing, whatever state they were in, they're in a bed now, in good health. And maybe a bit different since the last time they looked in a mirror.
There's a text note on the device attached to their arms.]
Good morning, Champions. In the interest of maintaining healthy sleep patterns, a day/night cycle is in effect. Your presence is expected in the food court in exactly one hour.
[Your surroundings look like your normal everyday space mall. But if you look at the functions of the device on your arm, there's Not-so-familiar profiles, some rules, and a mini-map that'll show you the layout of the mall.
You are free to explore at your leisure...For an hour, at least.]
There's a text note on the device attached to their arms.]
Good morning, Champions. In the interest of maintaining healthy sleep patterns, a day/night cycle is in effect. Your presence is expected in the food court in exactly one hour.
[Your surroundings look like your normal everyday space mall. But if you look at the functions of the device on your arm, there's Not-so-familiar profiles, some rules, and a mini-map that'll show you the layout of the mall.
You are free to explore at your leisure...For an hour, at least.]
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Are we alive?
Where are the others?
What happened with the Calamity?
She sits up, and immediately adds a fourth question to the list. Goodness, what in the world am I wearing?
Answers to these questions don't seem to be forthcoming. Cautiously, she opens the door, pokes her head out, glances around...
...and shouts.]
Hello! Is anyone here?
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[Yurika pokes her head out of the Starbucks she was inspecting and waves. She pauses.]
You weren't with us on Mars, were you...?
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[Then she slowly edges backwards, back into balloon hell.]
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[Unfortunately for him, not for you. He's looking for someone who can answer some questions about the situation, and clearly someone whose first move is to yell if there's someone around won't have any answers.
Buuuut he's been seen and heard, so he has no other option than to endure socializing. Oh well. There are worse fates, he guesses]
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This isn't his bed or his bedroom, there's something stuck to his left arm, and...
Wait. This isn't Dracula's castle or the Chaotic Realm what the hell is going on?!
Soma Cruz bolts upright in bed, suddenly very much awake and now in crisis mode.
Take stock of surroundings and figure out what's going on, Cruz. First, is he alone?]
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This being the unconscious guy in this cramped kiosk's other bed, of course. He doesn't look dangerous, at least. But it's hard to tell who's dangerous when nobody's bringing their most Kingdom Heartsy fashion statements.]
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[Yurika sits up and blinks. Immediately, she starts flailing and tugging at the door to the janitors' kiosk until it opens and she falls out of her bed onto the floor.]
Ow ow ow-- Where am I!?
[Once Yurika's gotten her bearings, she'll be cautiously walking the mall. Space clothes aren't anything new, though she does feel uncomfortable being changed into them?? But she's inspecting every store like she's on a mission.]
Don't tell me I boson jumped somewhere by accident. That artifact we took shouldn't even work that way!
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What.
[He smacks the device suddenly on his arm, blearily reads the note, grumbles and rubs his eyes. And then stops. Because. He has eyes. And skin? That's skin. And he's in a bed? And he has a lot of skin. That sure is skin. And he's alive.]
What the fuck, what the FUCK--
[And he seems to be in something like an undersuit, just...not black. Oh god. Is he in Wash? Did he take over Wash's dying body? Is he--is he in the Meta? ...No he's not anywhere near as big and bulky enough. Not enough fire, too. And...if he was in Wash, he'd notice, right? Wash would be thinking things. Oh god. Wash died. Or he's in a coma. He took over Wash's body. Why is he alive?]
What the fucking fuckshit fucking--OW! [That would be Church getting up and tripping over himself and on sheets and just in general and hitting the floor.] He-hello?! Is anybody--can anybod--is someone out there?! [There's a door--and it's open. He stumbles out, and even though he hasn't done anything yet, he's catching his breath, because he has breath to catch now.]
WHY AM I IN A MALL?! I'm going the fuck back to bed...
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Still, he's wincing a bit as he gets closer, trying to get a look at the guy without raising his head too much. Don't let anyone see your eyes it's a horrible idea just don't....]
Guess you don't know where this is, either.
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Rather calmly, she is placing smells she can't stand incense and candle wise outside of her kiosk. No exploration till she's less offended!!!]
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I'm really glad I didn't wake up where you did.
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Places Max Caulfield cannot express how much she didn't want to get kidnapped to immediately after Chloe Price's funeral: an unfamiliar mall.
After concluding that this probably isn't a Time Thing on account of... she appears to be in a bed in a Cinnabon and the world's ugliest digital watch is stuck to her arm, Max uh. Stands up and decides to explore a little. After a few affirmations to herself not to freak out, because she really feels like she could freak out right now, and someone in the dorm in the haze of confusion and depression after... everything said that her therapist gave her affirmations to help with stuff. Max can't even remember who told her that.
She can be found mostly kind of... wandering, lost in her thoughts, checking files and pages on her PIP as she goes. ]
Champion of... oh, this is all a really fucking bad joke. Any time you wanna wake up now, Max, that'd be great!
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Are you okay? Do you know where we are?
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The tower. The maiden!
Ozpin and that Black-haired girl she'd charged after. She went after her, even though she was told she would just get in the way. She fought as hard as she could, but all she remembered was being smacked against a wall and her Aura fading...
Which is about when the panic reaches a high, and Pyrrha staggers as fast as she can towards the door to this little room, completely losing her balance when she runs into more then several mops on the way.
The door opens, and this flailing redhead sure does tumble very loudly out into the hall along with a bunch of cleaning supplies.]
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Why were you in a closet? [Come to think of it, why was HE in a closet?]
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[This was not the first time Ardyn had died and woken up in a confined space. It was, however, the first time he had 'woken up' in longer than most could measure without a history book and an ancient calendar.]
[It took perhaps ten seconds for exhaustion to be shaken off enough for coherence, which was a record-shattering time for the Lucis Caelum bloodline. From there it took about 0.5 seconds more to register the confined space he was in, and another half for a sharp and sudden pain to settle itself in his chest.]
[...wait, what? No, that wasn't right. Of course he'd just been stabbed right about there, but there was no reason to feel anything of the sort if his tangible form had reconstituted itself--oh gods damn it why had it done that, this wasn't right, Noctis was supposed to-]
[Ardyn buried his head in his hands, struggling to put his thoughts in order. Get a hold of yourself, this isn't like you. Something was wrong, and far more wrong than just the magitek bracer on his arm and whatever he was wearing. His whole body felt awkward and foreign, as if there was something he couldn't name or define weighing him down.]
[It was so disorienting, in fact, that it had taken him about ten seconds altogether to realize he wasn't alone in this room. Which, for reasons he couldn't explain, slightly lessened the building panic and desperation to get the hell out of it.]
[b; moonglow]
[Well, first things first, dead or alive he was absolutely not wearing this. Infernian's sake, even immortal plagues on humanity had standards. Very selective ones, from how he was rummaging through several racks of clothes muttering to himself.]
[Eventually, Ardyn settled on something that looked like the 80's had a serious collision with a tangle of mismatched patterns, stepping out of one of the dressing rooms and raking a hand through his hair. No, that still didn't fix the restless discomfort of a body he didn't feel like he fit in.]
[Maybe it was the sealing of the Armiger, or the fact that he couldn't even call up a spark of darkness to his hands. The former was entirely doable with the right magitek, but the latter...the latter unsettled him, Ardyn running a hand through his hair restlessly before tying it back in a low ponytail as if it was second nature--revealing the sigil at the back of his neck. He glanced to the nearest mirror--]
[--and immediately turned white as that unusual pain in his chest came back with a vengeance.]
Moonglow
... and wow, talk about blinding, look at that guy. Those are some crazy mismatches... hey, wait, is he okay? He looks like he just saw a ghost.
Head down, speak softly, don't let him see your face clearly.]
A-- are you okay?
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moonglow, time to judge this hobo
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And she is afraid.
Sorry to whoever is in the other bed and whatever their reaction might be, but Jane is immediately leaving the kiosk and stumbling out into the mall, cyan eyes wide and searching.]
What the heck...?
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You too, huh?
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[She wakes up with a strangled gasp. But she doesn’t get up. If she does she’ll only get kicked again, so she close her eyes and gets her breathing under control before it happens.
…It doesn’t happen.
Blindly, her hand grasps at the fabric below her. A bed? But if she’d been knocked unconscious the others would have just left her, or locked her in the shed. It’s then that she notices that she’s not wearing her dress. Had she been arrested? Finally, she forces herself up, squinting at the light. And the lack of pain from where Eva had been hitting her. Then she looks at the balloons scattered around the room. This isn’t the parlour, she isn’t covered in tea.
Promptly flops back onto the mattress. She's just...Going to lie and stare at the ceiling till she feels less dead.]
Mall Hallway?
[She's still not alive yet. But she's moved enough to notice the odd thing on her arm. And it's enough to make her drag herself up and out of bed. The outfit makes her pause for a moment, but it doesn't matter now. The lack of yelling is too unnerving for her to care.
She opens the kiosk door then waits a few seconds before peering out. Then she leaves sticking close to the wall of small hut. Not really sure what to make of this.]
...A department store?
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[Hi. Nari stopped her walking around when she heard the question. This lady looked more afraid than she felt, so helping???]
The floor isn't lava, so hanging on to the wall isn't required. Unless you're doing a challenge. Then that's fine. Just try not to get in anyone's way.
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Yet lo and behold, he's waking up in an unfamiliar place. This has to be a bad joke.
It's not in Togami's nature to freak out, of course, but he's going to explore this place. The unitard is undignified, so the first thing to do is look for something that doesn't make him look like a space dork. Crossdressing into nun clothing? That's fine. Skin-tight unitards? Not fine, apparently.
Moonglow seems to be the only clothing store in this godforsaken place. Togami walks around, looking at the clothes with distaste]
Is there anything in this store that doesn't have glitter all over it?
[He'd be caught dead before he wore something so tacky.
The food court isn't much better. Like hell he's going to eat anything served in these places -- well, because he doesn't know how to cook -- but there are no workers, no chefs...]
Do they expect us to make our own food?
[He's not pleased. Chefs cook, not him]
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...Well, he was looking for someone wearing glasses, but this is the wrong one. Drat.]
Considering the lack of employees, one would assume so.
You make it sound so terrible.
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[ Yuuri starts awake, disoriented threefold. The last she knew, she hadn't been asleep. She'd been talking to Shino, talking about Ruu and then the next, she'd been waking up in bed. But this isn't her bed and, as she slowly begins to realize, this isn't her home either. Her heart squeezes in her chest and though this room isn't that small it suddenly feels terribly claustrophobic. She's up and off her bed in a second, scrambling for the door.
She comes bursting out with a trail of balloons coming out after her and after a few tottering steps, goes down hard onto her hands and knees. Yuuri stays like that for a few moments as she tries to catch her breath. And then her head snaps up and she looks around, eyes wide and a little wild. ]
... Shino-san? [ no response, of course. and no Shino. Yuuri struggles to her feet and turns on the spot, her voice getting more and more desperate with each name she calls out. ] Yuki-chan? Kurumi, Miki-san! Any of you? Ruu-chan!
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[ A little later, when it looks like she's managed to do some semblance of calming down, you can find Yuuri sat in the food court at one of the tables. She's white as a sheet and tapping away at her P.I.P. with a trembling hand. She is very clearly and very obviously not taking this well even slightly but it's a step up from losing her shit in the middle of the mall. ]
.... all of this is wrong... apart from my name and... where did they even get the rest of this?
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But Natsuhi isn't going to say anything. She's too confused, and given her day, would rather not draw attention her self.
That doesn't stop the gasp or the flinch back at the sudden movements.]
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...Um... Where is this place...?
[ ...She's so confused, where the fuck is she? Why is her hair shorter? She'll poke around, but mostly she just seems unsure. None of this is familiar, it's too high tech for her, it just... Leaves her confused. ]
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[My, there do seem to be a lot of humans around. He didn't really expect to see... well... any.]
It's certainly nothing like anyplace I expected I might be.
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This time they...
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...Oh.
When Heart is wandering around the hall, he looks... lost, as is to be expected. And like he's searching for something specific.]
Medic? [He's calling out, calmly, but with an undertone of distress.] Brain? Where... [He sighs deeply, because this is all wrong.] Why a mall...?
[Soon after he'll be in Moonglow, because these clothes simply won't do. And they don't exactly have his preferred coat here, but he can find something fitting enough... probably. The dark coat he's holding does have an awful lot of glitter on it, though...]
They certainly love things that are... eye-catching. [Which he doesn't make sound like a bad thing, though.]
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[asks the girl not too far from him. She's looking none the worse for wear, if you didn't count how she seems to be carrying one of her arms.]
I've been trying to find anyone around here for... I'm not sure how long.
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[Sleeping in a bed again feels amazing. Kinda... empty though. It's light and warm. No kicking, no heavy wieght-- It's easy to sleep right through the alarm with just the light smell of something floral and smokey. Like something burning.
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SOMETHING BURNING?!?!
Fukawa jumps up and--]
H...huh?! What... what the hell is this?!?
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[Okay. She needs to get out of here. But she can't just do that without looking around first. After all... if she's here why wouldn't Komaru? So. She has to make sure her friend is safe first, even if it's a pain to fight her instinct to run. Fukawa absolutely won't yell, but... she'll whisper or use her talking voice as loud as she feels safe doing while she pokes around the area with the different kiosks.]
Komaru? Komaru-- where are you?!
[She maaaaay even try invading your area if she can while she's looking. Regardless... in the end it doesn't look like she's here. Which leaves some time for some other pressing questions to sink in.]
Wh...what's going on here?
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[Ugh. So there's a thing on her arm and a note. Electronics. But she can't just ignore this damn thing. It's pretty freaking alarming. She half expected the Monokuma symbol somewhere on the damn thing.]
This... it has to be those damn kids again, right? Guess I probably can't just rip it off.
[But oh hey! Some information! Whoever is responsible-- what she starts seeing is far worse than what she started out looking for.]
...oh. Oh hell no! Not this again... This is...
[Her voice starts out strong but wavers a bit at the end. It's a good thing Komaru isn't here. Or maybe it's not. Who knows what else might be happening.]
This is bad. I've got to find a way out of here before... before it starts...
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[Sup, don't mind this guy in your space suddenly.] ...Oh, shit, you can interact with that thing? I didn't eve--I mean, I was gonna wait until I uh did a thorough exploration of the place. [Sure you were.]
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Rules + Profiles HI THERE NOT-GIRLFRIEND
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Sup roomie
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...Different.
The last thing he remembers is floating in space with his brothers, left presumably for “dead” (as dead as you could consider them anyway with the way their world was). Waking up in an unfamiliar location, with none of his brothers in sight and... is his hair longer???
??????
Also is this... a massage room...? ]
What the hell...?
[ Okay well. This is weird. He’s just going to do he first thing he thinks of: leaving this kiosk and looking for his brothers. ]
Osomatsu-niisan? Karamatsu-niisan? Ichimatsuuu! Jyushimatsuuu! Todomatsu...? Come on, this gag isn’t even funny, where are you—?!
[ It’s not funny and why does it feel like déjà vu...? ]
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green pals back on their bullshit
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Suffice to say, he shouldn't really be much of anywhere. Is this the afterlife? It doesn't feel like it, but then again, he's never died before. It's possible, but there's a little voice in the back of his head that tells him that's not the deal. So... all he has to do is do a little investigation.
So Noctis stands and walks out of his room. He notices the thing on his arm as he stops in the hallway, and-- ]
"Champions"?
[ Excuse me, what. Noctis shakes his head. He's probably just dreaming or something. He has a lot of questions, though, and he takes some time (right in the middle of the walkway, smh) flicks through the profiles-- ]
What?
[ He's definitely dreaming.
It's fine. ]
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[WHY IS YOUR WEIRD ARMOR THING DOING YOU A CONCERN?]
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[BANG BANG BANG BANG.]
This is ridiculous! Enough already, goddammit! This isn't funny, and it isn't even good!
[Someone's banging on that metal divider with a metal arm. It's very clangy. He's kind of clangy, too, if clangy can be used to describe an emotional state rather than a sound. Nobody here's having a good day, but Junpei looks a little... fried. He takes a deep breath and bangs louder.]
At least put a number on it, you hacks!
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[Just. Just leave him here to drown the aftereffects of his earlier PIP shock with the blackest coffee he could figure out how to make.
Or maybe don't, because it looks like, when he's not holding his head in his hand (the one that isn't clangy, or at least not in the emotional sense this time) and muttering to himself, he's. Writing? From the way he's scrolling through his PIP and stopping occasionally to jot something down on some Hailing Frequency stationery, he must be copying information down.
Or maybe he's a crazy person. He might be a crazy person.]
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Boy, someone's not taking this whole thing well.]
I think the only number here is the one you're doing on your arm at this rate. But by all means, continue. I'm sure you'll get through that door sooner or later.
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1/2
Whatever you were looking at before, all it shows now is a blue screen with a single message on it:]
All Champions are to report to the Food Court immediately.
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A young man turns the corner and strolls towards the center of the foodcourt. His age is hard to determine, due to the heavy frown lines on his face, sharp square glasses and set jaw, but he can't be any older then 30. A crisp black suit covers his frame, and anyone that knows tailoring can tell it is very high brand. Leather gloves and a dark wine colored tie brings together the look.
He holds a tablet in one hand, but more worrying is the massive sheathed sword on his hip.]
Welcome Champions. My name is Xander, and I will be your Overseer for this exercise. I am sure you have many questions, and you are free to ask them. But I am under no compulsion to answer. Also I suggest you look over the rules before you make any hasty actions.
But in the end your choices are your own.
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for the record i'm going to shit in your fucking bed
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[For your consideration; a tall, gangly man in the Champion unitard and a pair of sunglasses picking through the various foodstocks in the Garden Fresh kitchen.]
Basic vegetable matter, looks good for humanoid consumption, but not from Earth- come on, where is it, there's always- aha!
[He triumphantly pulls a small tin from one of the cupboards.]
Tea! Just what- wait, no. No. This is herbal.
B - Moonglow
[First step towards saving the day? Getting some decent clothes, clearly. The Doctor is pouring over the racks, pulling off a selection of- well, they're technically suits. Technically.]
[Someone might want to stop him from actually trying the one that looks to be made of actual gold fabric, except maybe as a last-ditch effort at signalling help. It looks capable of illuminating objects at nautical distances.]
C - Universe
Oh, you are BEAUTIFUL-!
[The Doctor is inspecting the repair center looking like a kid at Christmas. Literally, considering what he finally settled on from Moonlights.]
Bit basic, mind you, but brilliant.
C
Somehow, it actually surprises her.]
Oh my!
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This shit.
He wouldn't pretend he knew what was going on. He didn't recognize anything, not the sights, nor the devices in the various windows. The people he could see didn't look a thing like those he'd been with in the Winter Palace.]
Andraste's tits, did I drink an entire cask last night?
[Working off the hangover assumption, Varric made his way to the food court. You can find him going in and out of each restaurant, looking for the hair of the Mabari that bit him.
And of course, you'll hear him grumbling.]
Where's the blighted liquor.
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[Sorry Blaze, Rad.]
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Someone, probably the same someone who dressed her in this, has cut her hair. ]
For what? [ she says, out loud, to herself, which is very normal and chill and fun. Good morning, Max!!
Not too long after that, she steps out of her kiosk hesitantly, especially given what she's wearing, but not in the same furious rush some other people might have. Whatever chill points this might have given her are immediately negated by the look overtaking her face when she looks around the world beyond CinnaBunny's door. She expected to see an outside, if not the outside she's used to -- it was, after all, a strange and outlandish hut she woke in -- but this is... ]
What is this place?
[ After the initial gaping, it takes about thirty seconds for her to notice Moonglow and head on over to find a proper dress -- is what this toplevel would say if Thomasin had any memory of seeing a real mirror, ever, in her life. The sight of a full-length glass window by itself is remarkable to her, and what starts as gawking at a very understated dress turns into gawking, once she gets close enough, at the ghost of her own reflection. Eventually, she does go in, and she spends the rest of the hour going through (and then finding the actual full-length mirrors and doing the same thing all over again) one sparkly dress after another, simultaneously captivated and perturbed. She doesn't intend to make herself an obstacle, but with her attention fixed on the pretty things her profile may have made mention of, and her mind teaming with darker thoughts each passing minute, she's not exactly responsive to nonverbal cues right now. ]