[Well, if you step into the simulation room Monday afternoon, you'll find inside a dark room - it looks like a crypt made of stone and rock, with a flowing, salty ocean below it. Inside the crypt, there appears to be a corpse. But the features of the corpse are difficult to make out. She's frozen in ice, her eyes closed, but that's not the only reason. The features keep changing, like they can't quite settle. One moment, she has long dark hair, the next, a shock of short cropped red curls, a strong jaw.
And on the ground next to the crypt is Harrow, unconscious, blood pooling beneath her head.]
[ JESUS CHRIST if he existed in magical fantasy land but he doesn't so uh DAMN.
Which is to say Primrose might normally be more curious by where she's found herself but that's one of her roommates lying on the floor so she's quickly hurrying over and checking for a pulse?? Not moving her just yet, one thing at a time. ]
[She sits up, touching her face where there's still blood that comes away with her hand. And then she looks around again, lays eyes on the simulation - the tomb, the woman inside, with her long dark hair - and, wobbling, she gets to her feet, approaches the podium, and slams her hand down, ending the simulation.]
[She'll take the hand, since she needs to be steadied. She doesn't love being taken care of, but Primrose is so casual about it that it doesn't feel too bad, and they are roommates, after all.]
[ She'll take it at Harrow's pace-- and because Primrose is a prideful individual, she isn't even going to ask if she's all right or if she needs to talk, because she'd dislike it if someone pried too much into her own affairs. Right now, the important thing is getting back to their room. ]
[Primrose is so good. Harrow also does not particularly like to have her affairs pried into. It's reassuring that she just wants to help her get back to the room.]
I'll just have to avoid using that particular simulation again.
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And on the ground next to the crypt is Harrow, unconscious, blood pooling beneath her head.]
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Which is to say Primrose might normally be more curious by where she's found herself but that's one of her roommates lying on the floor so she's quickly hurrying over and checking for a pulse?? Not moving her just yet, one thing at a time. ]
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Harrowhark. Pray, awaken.
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What happened?
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Would you like to head back and get cleaned up?
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[She's still a little shaky, just standing at the podium, sweat running down her brow and smearing her makeup.]
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Would you permit me to escort you?
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Yes, thank you. I'd appreciate that.
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[ She'll take it at Harrow's pace-- and because Primrose is a prideful individual, she isn't even going to ask if she's all right or if she needs to talk, because she'd dislike it if someone pried too much into her own affairs. Right now, the important thing is getting back to their room. ]
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I'll just have to avoid using that particular simulation again.
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[ It had clearly upset her to the point of. Well, a nosebleed?? ]
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It seems perfectly safe if used for limited purposes. But giving it something so personal seems to have been ill-advised.
. . . However, I wouldn't expect the same results. This is a condition I have had for some time now.
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I am no apothecary, but perhaps we can find something to help treat them?
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[ Is Harrow going to be passing out anywhere else-- ]
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[She just assumes Primrose needing to know about it means that it won't bother her.]
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[ Geez, Harrow. ]
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[She literally does not understand.]
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[Well, that's nice, Primrose? Also, a little unsettling.]
That's kind of you. I think it likely I will have other. . . episodes from time to time, but I intend to avoid the simulation room from now on.