[b]"There's a few sets of clothes for you, dear."[/b]

[i]make it stop make them go aw-

what[/i]

[b]"Go ahead and change behind the shade, I'll make sure no one peeks."[/b]

"Oh. Um, th- thanks."

The head Caretaker's act of kindness shocked Jennifer out of her thoughts for a brief and very welcome moment. She grabbed the hoodie and cargo pants- baggy and concealing, perfect- and ducked behind the offered shade.

[i]Oh thank... well her, I guess. These are better than a blanket. Not to hide me, but to make sure nobody looks.[/i]

Jennifer clutched the blanket to her for a moment longer before folding it neatly and pulling the hoodie over her head.

[i]The people here are so nice... I hope this Arven can help me.[/i]

She finished changing, folded her sweatpants into the blanket and looked down at herself.

[i]oh hell.[/i]

It seemed her powers had acted without control again. The hoodie now advertised her status as "YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE" in letters that looked like they had been painted on in blood. Everyone else would see it as a normal design, but she could see crimson droplets falling at her feet.

"Um... I've finished. Thank you for the clothes, I'm sorry about the changes."

[i]I didn't mean to I can't help it I can't hide in this[/i]

She held out the bundled blanket and pants, looking at the floor rather than the Caretaker before her.

"It's... a good name for a rock band, isn't it? I thought about it and it just showed up, I can take it off. I think."