[ It might have been an hour since Daisy arrived at the town hall or it might have been three. Time has lost some of its meaning to her in recent weeks, even more so in this strange place with its creepy fog and eerily abandoned state. She's spent the many minutes that have ticked by going through the offices within the building, searching for answers to any of the dozens of questions she's come up with, but of course, she's found absolutely none. But with each dead end, she keeps pushing forward — there's really no other option.
She doesn't notice the voice, at first. Fighting a deep exhaustion that's left her looking like she's about to fall over (and feeling like it too), it's not until the tail end that she realizes the voice is actually real and not just another figment of whatever weirdness is at work here. So, she sets aside the stack of property leases she'd been struggling to analyze and stands from the chair at the desk, moving across the room and peeking out into the hall.
Ah, now she can sense the other person. Distantly, as if underwater, but somewhere in her bones she can feel the vibrations of another living being moving around. That's all though, which continues to be disconcerting, but she forces herself to focus on the problems she can solve instead of those that are beyond her. Heading down the hall, the last words drift to her as she turns a corner and she almost smiles at the tone she recognizes all too well. ]
I take it you're not a fan. [ She steadies herself with a hand against the wall, trying to make it look casual. (She fails pretty miserably at the attempt.) ]
past deeds;
She doesn't notice the voice, at first. Fighting a deep exhaustion that's left her looking like she's about to fall over (and feeling like it too), it's not until the tail end that she realizes the voice is actually real and not just another figment of whatever weirdness is at work here. So, she sets aside the stack of property leases she'd been struggling to analyze and stands from the chair at the desk, moving across the room and peeking out into the hall.
Ah, now she can sense the other person. Distantly, as if underwater, but somewhere in her bones she can feel the vibrations of another living being moving around. That's all though, which continues to be disconcerting, but she forces herself to focus on the problems she can solve instead of those that are beyond her. Heading down the hall, the last words drift to her as she turns a corner and she almost smiles at the tone she recognizes all too well. ]
I take it you're not a fan. [ She steadies herself with a hand against the wall, trying to make it look casual. (She fails pretty miserably at the attempt.) ]