[Sigyn has been spending the week poking around, randomly trying the front door a few more times, but mostly she's been trying to keep up with her fellow prisoners. Strength in numbers, and all that.
Today she goes to the costume workshop. She found something that worked while she washed her clothes yesterday, but if they're here for much longer she needs more than two things to wear. She pauses on particular dress before making a face and placing it in the much taller pile.
Later she pays a visit to the merch store, pulling out a strange bag of beans.
Sleep doesn't come easy that night, and the cramped solitude of her room is too much to bear. Well, the lobby has some comfortable couches. She curls up in the corner of one, seemingly zoning out, a small red poppy spinning between her fingers.
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Today she goes to the costume workshop. She found something that worked while she washed her clothes yesterday, but if they're here for much longer she needs more than two things to wear. She pauses on particular dress before making a face and placing it in the much taller pile.
Later she pays a visit to the merch store, pulling out a strange bag of beans.
Sleep doesn't come easy that night, and the cramped solitude of her room is too much to bear. Well, the lobby has some comfortable couches. She curls up in the corner of one, seemingly zoning out, a small red poppy spinning between her fingers.