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[Andy's door is wide open. He knows that it would probably be smarter to lock it until this is over, but everything is feeling too strange. Keeping it closed feels claustrophobic.]

[If one glances in,  one can see he's frantically tearing it apart in search of...something.]

Okay, I left it on the desk last, and I checked all around it before...unless I put it in the kitchens again? No, I would've remembered that by now--

[He runs his hands through his hair, shifting his look from 'nervous' to 'slightly demented', turns back toward the desk, and begins to rearrange everything on it for what is probably be the third or forth time.]

[And the thought creeps into his mind, what if you're just losing your mind, your memory?]

[...He can only force his fear back for so long.]


Jan. 22nd, 2012 01:12 am (UTC)
[Well, that's an oddity. Usually the corridors are lined with closed doors - that would attract her attention even without the rustling, searching sounds. She approaches cautiously, peering around to see...a boy who's decided to redecorate. Frantically.

She knocks against the open door to alert him to her presence.]


[She offers a small, quizzical smile.]

Can I...help you? At all?
Jan. 22nd, 2012 04:03 pm (UTC)
[He visibly jumps, whirls around and freezes in three quick, jerky movements.] I'm--um. No, I'll be fine--I'm just looking for my communicator. Well, I was looking for my coffee cup first, but then I realized I was missing that and forg--got distracted.

...I'm Andy, by the way. I don't think we've met before.

Edited at 2012-01-22 04:05 pm (UTC)
Jan. 22nd, 2012 08:54 pm (UTC)
[Her smile widens and becomes more reassuring. He seems a bit flustered, poor boy.]

I'm Esmeralda. Are you sure you don't need any help finding your things?
Jan. 22nd, 2012 09:34 pm (UTC)
Esmeralda? Alright. [He's not trying to sound rude, but his mind isn't as focused on tact as well as it usually is.]

I'm--I'm fine. I can get another cup later. [Fidget, fidget.]

...Could you give me a heads-up if you find my communicator, though? It has a piece of paper with some numbers taped to the side.
Jan. 22nd, 2012 09:59 pm (UTC)
[It's fine, she's not offended. She does take note of the fidgeting, but doesn't make it obvious, and doesn't stare. She does take a few steps forward, and casts a lengthy glance over the room.]

Were you here in your room the last time you had it?

Jan. 22nd, 2012 10:20 pm (UTC)
...I think so. I don't leave it much, and I haven't in a few days...
Jan. 23rd, 2012 05:19 am (UTC)

[Wow, respect. And a little bit of wonder, too. She looks over at him, wondering how anyone could stay in one place for so long. A few days in the same room would be an eternity for her. She doesn't want to make assumptions, though she does wonder what would keep him in his room, Mist business aside. He might be new. Maybe he doesn't know that many people here, and that's why he doesn't leave his room often?

She continues to look for the missing communicator as she speaks.]

Have you been here long, Andy?
Jan. 24th, 2012 09:20 pm (UTC)
Yeah. [He shrugs a shoulder.] Um, about two months now. I don't think I've seen you around, though...