[right][h2][color=8882be]Sirpa's Catharsis[/color][/h2][@Tlazolteotl][@JJ Doe][@Stanifly][/right]

[i]"Wait. Where's Morgan? He was just here."[/i] [color=8882be]Sirpa moved her hands softly across her warm mug. It was round on the sides, like a raindrop. [i]The hell if I know.[/i] Sirpa just shrugged and returned her attention to the group circle she was unfortunately a part of. Best to remove any attachment now before she got too close again.

That didn't feel good, though. Sirpa gripped her mug tighter, pushing aside her internal metronome that threatened accelerando. She took a deep breath.[/color]
 
[i]"Did you come here of your own volition, Jay?"[/i]

[i]"Didn't we all?"[/i]

[color=8882be]Sirpa listened as Jay continued to speak, followed by the being she met when she first arrived. [b]"I didn't choose to come here,"[/b] she said, shaking her head and keeping her gaze on her mug. [b]"I didn't really think you could. Why...?"[/b] Wait, would this be a rude question? Or was it another one of those things her therapist said only "normies" were bothered by? She decided to ask anyway. [b]"Why would you choose to come here?"[/b] Because really, why? This place was really weird. She would rather be at home.

At that thought, she noticed the fireplace to her left looked just like the one in her apartment. Then it went back to normal. Then it looked like hers again. She couldn't perceive the change in appearance--there was no flicker or morph. It just looked like her home fireplace, and then it didn't. Definitely weird. Sirpa settled in a bit deeper into the armchair with her mug.[/color]