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we both know the mirror's cracked and everybody's in the act...
[Desiree is feeling very unsettled. Currently, she's standing in what seems to look an awful lot like her bedroom, but she knows it isn't. There are two reasons this isn't her room: One, she doesn't have that many pillows on her bed - she used to, but not anymore. 2) Only seconds ago, she was in a dressing room at a high-end clothing store. So how did she get here...?
She hears something (Someone? You?) moving in the hallway outside. She squeezes into the space between the open door and the wall, wincing a bit when the door's hinges creeeeaak loudly. Still, she positions herself where she can peer through the crack. She waits and watches - and if danger is approaching, she knows exactly how she's getting the heck out of here...]
((OoC: Voice test! She's a shapeshifter, you've been warned. Be gentle?))
She hears something (Someone? You?) moving in the hallway outside. She squeezes into the space between the open door and the wall, wincing a bit when the door's hinges creeeeaak loudly. Still, she positions herself where she can peer through the crack. She waits and watches - and if danger is approaching, she knows exactly how she's getting the heck out of here...]
((OoC: Voice test! She's a shapeshifter, you've been warned. Be gentle?))
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[She completely moves out from behind the door and brushes off her skirt before leaning and craning her neck a bit to see if anyone is in the hallway behind him, or maybe coming their way.]
Who's everyone else?
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No, I don't know where this is. They sure went out of their way to make it look just like my bedroom, though. It's weird.
I think we should get out of here. Maybe we can find your brother, too. What do you think?
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Eat you? [Is this some sort of kids' game? She laughs a bit, torn between slightly amused and... well, yeah, kind of unsettled.] Of course I'm not going to eat you! Did someone really try that?
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Desiree. Nice to meet you, Conrit.
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You can call me Desi for short if you want. As for where to go... [She puts her hands on her hips and looks around, thinking.] Let's try the obvious first. The front door.
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[Too bad it doesn't need a kick... but it's also too bad that it doesn't seem be much of an escape either. On the other side of the door frame is empty white space.
Desiree's jaw drops.]
Uhhh...