[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=8A2BE2]Alexandra Andonova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/2ytsQcBGf7uOcU3Axo/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=8A2BE2]It's often said that life is strange, but compared to what?
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[hr][hr][center][b][color=8A2BE2]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Dining Room --> Parlor
[b][color=8A2BE2]Skills:[/color][/b] Travel (Involuntary) 
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	The stress of the day, with all its relentless ups and downs, weighed heavily on Alexandra right then. She couldn't quite shake off the melancholy that had reared its ugly head despite her best efforts. Needless to say, she was totally over this day. Like totally. Over. It. Everything else became white noise as she kept her head down and focused on eating her food. It was written all over her demeanor that something was up, but she really didn't care. She was content just then wallowing in her self pity until she could pass out for the night. A part of her still foolishly hoped that this was all just some terrible dream and that she would wake up to find herself back in the Tent City of the Russian Imperial Circus. But, of course, that would just be too easy. 

	One second she was staring down at her plate of food that was set on the table and then *poof* it was gone. Now she found herself staring down at her bare feet with her hand still poised in midair. She blinked several times in confusion. She slowly looked up to find that the others were all in the other room and she...was not? [I]The hell?![/I] [color=8A2BE2]"Avvvv vhat nov?!"[/color] she groaned with a pout. She had already had more craziness today than she could take, and now there was apparently more in store for her. She really couldn't get a break, now could she? She looked over at Evelina with a frown on her features as the Emendator came over and sat down next to her. 

	[color=8A2BE2]"Is it that obvious--"[/color] she asked before stopping to shake her head. [color=8A2BE2]"Never mind, of course it is."[/color] She knew herself well enough to know that she was more or less an open book when it came to her emotions. She arched a questioning brow at The Dice lady, silently telling her to do continue whatever explanation she had in store.