[right][h2][color=700DBE][b]Subject:[/b] FP-2001-CA[/color][/h2][/right]
[right][b]Last Recorded Location:[/b] Purple Ward [/right]
[right][b]Last Recorded Interaction:[/b] [@Nyxira], [@BCTheEntity] [/right]
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	The air was unmoving and the room was a bit warmer than usual, but that didn’t really affect Colette as her eyes remained closed. Her head was tilted on the pillow, her chest rising and falling in slow rhythm. She had spent several hours the night before typing away on the computer, working on another short story the world would never see. It was easy for Colette to get lost in the worlds of her imagination. On occasion this had made waking up in the mornings difficult, but Colette long ago stopped caring about a strict schedule. The facility told her when various activities took place, and so she no longer kept her own schedule like she had before in captivity. She wasn’t lazy, but she had become accustomed to the overhead alarms every morning.

	This morning, however, the pitiful noise that came from the speaker was not enough to get Colette to stir. For the first time, she was able to sleep in even though it was not her intention. Her eyes fluttered open as the still air was disturbed by noises coming from outside. Unlike the heavy strides of the guards, it was quiet conversation. Colette sat up in her bed, pushing the heavy weighted blanket off her torso. She rubbed her eyes and finally took notice of the red light illuminating her room. She looked about from her desk, where the computer lay powered down, to the shelf with the fake planets and completed 3D puzzles. Everything was basked in a dim red light.

	“Ce n'est pas bon.” Colette swung her self over the edge of the bed and put on her shoes before doing a quick half skip to the door. She placed her hand against it, ready to try and open it. She stopped herself and looked around the room once again. The camera caught her eye as it pointed towards the ground, powerless. She tried the door, and surprisingly it opened with no effort. Pressing her head against the ajar door, she tried to see who was speaking out in the hall. It was hard to see who specifically, but she did see two figures a little way down. They didn’t look like guards, one appeared to be wearing a hoodie. Perhaps they would know what was going on. 

	Colette was a little hesitant to leave her room. Even though it was years ago, she remembered what happened the last time she tried to escape. She was mostly unharmed, but the facility was not nice about it. She wasn’t trying to escape this time per se, but perhaps it would be an opportunity. With a quick breath Colette opened the door completely and stepped out into the hall. It was long reaching a fair distance on either side. From what she could see, many of the doors to her neighbors were open. Colette knew some of them, so perhaps they took the opportunity to escape before she even woke up. In any event, Colette and the two figures down the hall had missed the initial exodus.

	Colette walked down the hall until she was able to get a clearer view of the two figures speaking. She recognized one of them, at least from the few time’s she saw him in the common areas. He made it no secret that he wanted to leave and while Colette thought his outbursts weren’t helping his case, she sympathized with him. She never got his name, since the few times she’s seen him, she tried to avoid him. The other, the one in the hoodie, Colette did not recognize. He seemed a bit dazed, but was standing just fine. It never occurred to her to request a different set of clothes. The grey uniform is all she was handed. When she approached, she only caught the tail end of their conversation. It seemed like neither of them knew what was going on either.

	“Excusez-moi. Excuse me.” Colette said as she walked up to the others. “I think I missed the emergency. Where did everyone go?” She knew that neither person would likely know any of the circumstances that brought them to where they are, but at least now they also knew how clueless she was.