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003 ;; [ LOCATION: SANCTUARY (FOR ALL) ] things lost aren't always found
(( Backdated to the costume glitch (little bo peep) ))
Echo was used to changing who she was after the past year but now Echo had become used to the warning before it happened. This time was different though: there was no warning, no pain and no Echo. Looking around Echo found her surroundings unfamiliar, strange and rather scary. She didn't seem to be any different but her location? She'd been in town with her sheep and now she was in a very large and strange house.
"Oh dear." Echo spoke to no one in particular. "I appear to be lost." And that wasn't the only thing; her sheep didn't seem to be with her either.
Echo was used to changing who she was after the past year but now Echo had become used to the warning before it happened. This time was different though: there was no warning, no pain and no Echo. Looking around Echo found her surroundings unfamiliar, strange and rather scary. She didn't seem to be any different but her location? She'd been in town with her sheep and now she was in a very large and strange house.
"Oh dear." Echo spoke to no one in particular. "I appear to be lost." And that wasn't the only thing; her sheep didn't seem to be with her either.
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"What are you looking for?" she asked, greeting 'Little Bo Peep' with a bemused sort of expression. It wasn't the spookiest costume she'd ever seen - DG had elected to dress up as a ghost, herself - but who was she to judge?
"The party's that way," she added, waving an ethereal arm. Not that she realised that the arm was ethereal.
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