† one - voice
[Helena has spent the first couple hours of her stay at Paradisa conducting her own little independent investigation into whatever she had managed to get herself into from the moment she laid her eyes on the name plate on the front of her room. That investigation mainly consisted of descending a legion of stairs and figuring out the basics of the journal that was given to her.
And now she's just sitting in the lobby, drinking some coffee the fairies, ghosts or whoever they are levitated onto the table, all while Helena does her best job not to look acutely agitated. A job that she is miserably failing.]
Getting kidnapped from a hostage situation in order to become stuck in a castle -- I can't say it's not memorable, if not just plain creepy.
Look, does anyone have an inkling of a clue as to why I - or we - are here? Because I sure as hell haven't been able to figure it out.
And now she's just sitting in the lobby, drinking some coffee the fairies, ghosts or whoever they are levitated onto the table, all while Helena does her best job not to look acutely agitated. A job that she is miserably failing.]
Getting kidnapped from a hostage situation in order to become stuck in a castle -- I can't say it's not memorable, if not just plain creepy.
Look, does anyone have an inkling of a clue as to why I - or we - are here? Because I sure as hell haven't been able to figure it out.