[right][img]https://i.imgur.com/Wl3j1BX.png?2[/img]
[sub]l o c a t i o n. cafeteria
i n t e r a c t i o n s. none 
t i m e. morning[/sub][/right]

It was Friday, the universal end of the week, which meant very little for Anahita being that she's residing at Spring Hill until the end of time. It had its perks, of course; for one, she didn't have to go to work daily. But it was also very restricting and she wasn't being allowed to be her best self (which usually meant being [i]someone[/i] else.) Anahita sighed as she made her way through the winding hallway towards the cafeteria. Usually she makes sure she's presentable before interacting with anyone, but this morning Anahita woke up to a raging fever that refused to recede. She thought she was beginning to get used to them, like she did with the rashes, but there was something uncanny about the fevers that just didn't sit right with her.

[i]Oh...My...God.[/i] Anahita stopped dead in her tract, her attention going immediately to her reflection on the window she had been passing by. [color=bbceb4]"I'm obviously dying.."[/color] She whispers harshly, not out of fear, but with sheer amazement in her tone [color=bbceb4]"Why didn't I realize sooner? I can't wait to tell Dr. Gaston!!"[/color]

[i]But first came breakfast.[/i]  Anahita continued onwards to the cafeteria, ideas already spinning in her head as to how she was going to break the news to Dr. Gaston about her untimely death. It's always best to be prepared, after all; she figured a Friday wasn't the best day to announce her upcoming passing away so at least for the weekend she would have to keep it to herself. However, if someone were to notice how sickly she looked....from some uncontrollable small hints she may let off....it wouldn't be so bad at all. 

As she entered the cafeteria, Anahita made a direct bee-line for the food and picked up a tray. She figured, with some broken logic, a big breakfast would help with her fever so she took as much as possible. Her eyes scanned the cafeteria for a table to sit in and familiar faces; aside from the completely new face, she didn't know anyone personally to sit with them so she made her way to an empty table. She was sickly and possibly dying, sitting by herself would be the perfect addition to that. Quietly, Anahita sat down, picked up a fork and began working her way through her sausages with fervor.