[right][h2][color=700DBE][b]Subject:[/b] FP-1991-ED[/color][/h2][/right]
[right][b]Last Recorded Location:[/b] Cafeteria [/right]
[right][b]Last Recorded Interaction:[/b] [@AelitaJezebelle][@Nyxira][@BCTheEntity][@duskshine749] [/right]
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	Dolly sat at the table Blade was laying down the food at. She gave a small smile to Vam and Dougie as they stood nearby, quickly turning her attention again to the food. As she watched, her stomach growled. It was simple cereal and milk, but that didn’t matter to Dolly. Dolly grabbed a couple of the bowls and started to pour the cereal for the three of them as Blade looked elsewhere. As she was preparing her meal, some odd sounds came from behind by the other row of tables. Dolly suspected that perhaps someone was choking on their food. Blade’s reaction quickly squashed that idea.

	Dolly’s eyes followed Blade as he went over to investigate what was going on. She saw Vam had joined him along with Dougie. Dolly spun around in her chair now more curious as to what was going on. Right then, Blade had called out, beckoning her to join him. Blade called out wanting to know if anyone was sporting a red triangle upon their shirt. She hopped from her seat and joined Blade over by the lone man. 

	Standing next to Blade with the other figure at the table, Dolly noticed the writing upon the mostly clear white surface. Her face scrunched upon reading the sloppy writing. She couldn’t help but feel sad for the lone man. She could not imagine what it would be like to lose your tongue, let alone how painful. But the writing also mentioned the red triangle. Dolly didn’t give much thought to the clothes she was wearing. Outside of the bands and collar, that is. Did the patches mean anything?

	Dolly took a look at her blouse, and then up at Blade. She had a purple square as did Blade. Dolly looked at the others. Vam had spoken with Mute and then left in search of something, so Dolly couldn’t see her shirt. As for Dougie, he had a… well, Dolly couldn’t quite tell if Dougie had a patch. His sweatshirt covered most of his torso and upper body.

	“Excuse me.” Dolly said quietly as she scooted up to him. He still seemed unaware, lost in his own eyes. Whatever he could be thinking eluded Dolly, but she felt that he was perhaps uncomfortable with the situation. Dolly certainly was. As softly as she could, Dolly pulled the collar of Dougie’s hoodie to the side, just enough to look at the patch on his shirt. It was also a purple square. 

	“Um, me and Dougie have purple squares.” Said Dolly. She fixed Dougie’s hoodie as gently as she could, turning around again to face Blade. “Are there other colors?” Just as she asked the question, someone spoke up. Dolly spun around Blade waited for more answers. She watched as a man from one of the other tables came over. It was one of the first people who had entered the cafeteria, and who had come from one of the other halls by himself. He did have a red patch on his shirt, but it was also a square, not a triangle. 

	“But it’s not a triangle.” Said Dolly thoughtlessly looking up at the man calling himself Red. She wasn’t sure of the significance, Red only had one similarity to the figure Mute described. Even so, Dolly was growing increasingly nervous, but she tried her best to hide it. Everyone was here, so there was safety in numbers. Dolly quickly averted her gaze and left the three of them to discuss it.

	Dolly had moved over to near where the one who threw Blade sat against one of the flipped tables. The boy who Dolly followed in was also with her. They had yellow squares on their shirts. Dolly had absolutely no idea what they meant, but now she knew that the colors had to have meant something. What she was able to figure out at least was that everyone from the same hall had the same colors. All the yellow patches showed up together. She and the others from her hall had purple, and Red was by himself. Dolly walked back up next to blade.

	“I couldn’t find any other red ones. They’re all squares. No triangles.”