Tsuki smirked. She was about to ask 'well, what if this girl is a suspicious person too?' Something along those lines. She pushed her worries and pessimism aside. 'Don't talk to strangers' didn't seem to apply in this situation.

Tsuki had to look out for Rika. This girl was a ball of energy, and she would be lying if she claimed it wasn't rubbing off on her but... She was starting to get the feeling that Rika didn't find any of this the least bit unnerving. Like they were on an adventure. Kind of odd when she thought about it; art galleries were not considered adventurous, and school building didn't [b]normally[/b] have galleries. Whatever. Tsuki didn't want to see Rika get hurt, but she also didn't want to seem like she was a no good fuddie duddie. Tough line to walk.

"Heh. So, uhh..." Tsuki rubbed the back of her neck. "I saw you outside earlier. What made you wanna come out here at the dead of night?"

She was obviously talking about the whole 'midnight curse' thing but...Then she remembered Yayoi. Was Yayoi waiting for her? Crap. Yayoi wasn't inside the building, was she? Damn. Tsuki never considered that. She could have sworn Yayoi told her to wait at the front. What if she was... Yayoi was fine, probably, [i]probably[/i], but Tsuki could not have known that. That's what she gets for not noticing the writing on the entrance wall.

She creased her lips as they arrived at the door.

"Hey, hold up." Tsuki said, holding Rika back. She squeezed the girl's hand, hoping to quell Rika's protests. "I know that you know that we should be careful, Rika-chan but... Lemme go in first, kay?"

Considering how confident Tsuki's voice sounded, she showed a little caution when she opened the door. Twisting the doorknob, she gave it a light push, letting the door swing open with a slow, wooden creak. Had there been a spook behind that door she and Rika would have been screwed. But - 

[b]Saturday, April 11th, 12:17 AM - The White Room[/b]

Tsuki shielded her eyes with her free arm. The white room was so white it was almost blinding, like staring into the sun. When her eyes finally adjusted to the violent shade of bleach and the door was all the way open, she took a good look inside. Immediately she squinted. There were paintings in the room, but they weren't like the paintings in the hallway or lobby. They were only paintings if your definition of 'paintings' was 'the walls of your home'. It was like she stepped in on a fancy down-town exhibition, avant garde-type crap, and none of it fit the rest of the... school gallery? 

Tsuki blinked, looked at Rika, looked back into the room, at the paintings.

"Okay," Tsuki said. "That's... I wasn't expecting this." 

Horror movie bullshit. She hated it.