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cyansoldier ([personal profile] cyansoldier) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs 2025-04-16 03:17 pm (UTC)

CT's words are a dull, serrated knife's edge to skin. Slow, grueling, untidy. They make their home somewhere in her gut and begin to hack away. She should say something. Defend herself. She tried to go back, didn't want to leave her for dead, had no choice but to retreat alongside Texas.

The muscle taut across Carolina's jaw clenches. (It's a wonder she has any teeth left). Tongue and cheek ready to form words equally caustic, and again she finds herself with nothing. Not quite submitting to clumsiness, and so resigning to silence. But not before leveling a look in Connecticut's direction.

Focus.

She digests the narrow sprawl of corridor carefully. A couple doors. Music at 9 o'clock. A fork right and left.

"There has to be main entry point. A lobby somewhere. If— whatever his name— is so intent on creating an authentic experience, he wouldn't have cut corners. And if there's a lobby, there'll be attendants. People like us."

Then, in CT's direction, "You can touch base with your group, if they're there."

Or...

"Or... We go back to the auditorium, take cover and stake out until it happens. If anything goes wrong, at least you'll be the first to know."


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