Early MorningBuilding 1 Reception > Building 1 HallwaysInteracting with: @DragonydasTheria, @KuroSuzy (kinda)
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No," Velvet groaned as she let herself sag backwards slumping into a wall, "
It is not." She opened her mouth to continue, but before she could actually speak, the resident dragon (well,
one of them) stepped into the foyer along with them. Velvet hadn't interacted with Qaymu much, on the whole; really, she'd been a touch reclusive in general. Such was life when you were nocturnal; you met people at dawn and dusk, and occasionally you'd find people staying up super late, but you ended up somewhat alone a majority of the time. The only other person that was typically awake at the same time as Velvet was...
At that moment, a crackling chill shot through the room. Even Velvet, who was more or less
dead and so could pretty much ignore temperature 90% of the time, felt it.
Well. Speak of the ghost.
She hadn't spoken to Suzy much either. For...an entirely different reason. Apparently some of the residents could see and hear her, but Velvet, regrettably enough, was not one of them. But occasionally the two of them spoke through proxy—a text document on her third monitor, usually—when they were the only ones up in the wee hours of the morning. It made her regret her inability to see her Suzy even more. Nights could get long when you were always alone, and while video games went a long way in palliating it, they couldn't
fix it. She nodded at the general direction of the rest of the building, where the ghost had probably come from.
Sup?When no new guests were forthcoming, she heaved a long sigh and focused on the Gorgon behind the desk again. "
My boss asked me to stay for overtime and I wasn't paying attention. By the time I got out the sun had already risen and I had to walk all the way back under it. Now my skin's all messed up, my hair's going to take nights of washing to get back to normal, and I'm way too hungry!"
A long, deep breath, and she pushed herself away from the wall. "
Now since all of you are so selfish and want to keep all that tasty blood to yourself," she gave a tired smile, "
I'm going to go empty out my fridge." With that, she headed up towards her room. A few hundred feet and some turns down the hall, a bit before the staircase (somehow she just didn't trust elevators; she blamed the time she'd been in one as it fell and it had hurt like hell), she found the cafeteria beside her, and she peered in curiously as she walked. She hadn't gone here much, to be honest, and some of the food looked pretty good. Maybe after she drank her fill she could—
That thought was as far as she got before she was slapped upside the head by a wave of nausea, like she'd walked by someone carrying five or ten crucifixes. Above her? A hallway over? In the cafeteria? She was so out of sorts and it was so sudden that it was hard to tell. Head spinning, already running a bit faint from hunger, she tripped over herself and fell to her hands and knees with a shocked gasp, trying to fight back the urge to vomit. And failing, as a splatter of blood painted the floor. Her body felt like
lead. It took her a not-insignificant effort to rise again, and when she did, her knees were weak and rubbery as she attempted to hobble onward.
What—who—what the actual fuck? 
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