[indent] [/indent][h3][hr][color=SandyBrown]Pebbles “Pebs” Meyers[/color][/h3][hr][sup][@Alamantus][@Vertigo][/sup][indent] [/indent]
The maze had no clear start or finish aside from the one point that united the rest. However, given that so far, each room only had one new door, it didn’t seem that the maze matched their situation. What was it then, and why was it hidden for them?

[color=SandyBrown]“Yeah, doesn’t seem like we’re in a maze anyway,”[/color] Pebs said, sighing and tucking the paper into her pocket. So far, everything they’d found seemed usable in some way. What they needed, then, was to find what this paper was used for. 

Pebs matched Duncan’s excitement about the working truck, and she grinned as she watched him move it back and forth. [color=SandyBrown]“Nothing wrong with wanting a toy truck. I’ve wanted a pony since for[i]ever[/i], but now it’s not cool to be a horse girl anymore,”[/color] Pebs said, shrugging. Moving to the city had taught her many things, including that liking farm life was ‘uncool.’ The straightforward list of to-dos starting at five in the morning was old-fashioned, swapped instead for the eight-to-five work day that allowed for sleeping until noon on weekends. Even Pebs had adopted some city mannerisms, which her parents and siblings liked to point out when she went home. Locking the door behind her was her new default, and recognizing people everywhere she went had suddenly become jarring. Starting conversations as she waited in line at the check-out wasn’t as easy as she remembered it to be, and she could never shake the newfound hesitation she’d discovered between the streets and skyscrapers.

[color=SandyBrown]“Right, yeah, key,”[/color] she said, turning back to the door with said key in hand. It took a second of fumbling for her to match the key with the keyhole, and when she did, she inhaled, pushing it in.