[ She remembers the Spring Fling dance. She remembers Cady, apologizing. She remembers Regina, almost making up for a fraction of the hurt she's done.

She remembers that they're people. Everyone's a person. Even the shitty people. And people deserve dignity, because people are going through shit.

It takes her a moment to remember how many murders the Wizard is responsible for, and just how fucking hard he's going to have to go to earn that courtesy. From one life-ruiner to another, she supposes. At least she still has an enemy.

She also has a goal. If she can train up, if she can become a strong enough narrator, then maybe... maybe she can fix this. Maybe she can fix everything herself. Wouldn't that be some shit? So after a while she emerges from Broadhurst and heads to the garden, where she can be found sort of... wandering? ]

Okay, so... gagtags. What the fuck is a gagtag? Might as well start there? Maybe?

[ Eventually, though, she settles for what she knows, and starts investigating, first... well, might as well try to focus and vibe check this big tree here, right? She's got a few places she wants to check, but this is as decent a starting point as any.

Later on, though, she can be found in the art room of the new wing, scoping out all the supplies. ]

Oh, fuck yes. About damn time, you boomer asshole.

[ And she's going to start painting. And... not stop for a While. ]