An invitation you can't decline

[sangreine]

Who: newbs + residents + bad influences

Where: ☆Zrael dorm

When: Day 418

[Dorm doors are locked, unit interactions are open!]

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[sangreine]

[ There is indeed a new bedroom in ☆Zrael, but its occupant is nowhere near it.  Fortunately, however, they can't get far, and their meandering path has been made quite plain: a silk, ruffle-cuffed sleeve divorced from its garment none too gently, the shredded shards of what was once a high-collared neckline with delicate covered buttons.  A few bits of paper and detritus, whatever was lying around, tossed aside within steps of its acquisition in less than ideal condition.  The match to the ornate sleeve found a moment ago, torn in half.  Perhaps the television remote separated from its battery, some sofa cushions with their insides on the outside. ]

[ The new unitmate's smartphone has also been tossed carelessly alongside the rest, her bio readily visible.  Her name is listed as "soul for sale or rent."  You'll understand in a minute. ]

[ You'll find her at the front door wearing what remains of what was once a Victorian nightgown, reduced to a tattered slip which is a plain mockery of the garment's former modesty.  Her impossibly long black hair drags behind her on the floor as she claws and punches the locked door, furious about this sudden confinement. ]

[ She has no language, and only whimsy and instinct where a personality will later form.  Mold her as you will. ]

[flawandorder]

[There is also a second door that's been added, though the individual that eventually emerges from it... is not a new face at all. Which explains why he's fully put together by the time he exits; fully dressed and already decided upon his new color. Taking a quick look around he hums, a satisfied look on his face.]

About time.