It took Summer several steps to realize that she wasn't in the morgue anymore. She wasn't sure if that was funny or not. She'd ask Felipe or Zack later.
At any rate, it was the smell that got to her, the smell of green and growing things, the smell of life, so alien to the antiseptic halls of the morgue. She looked up from the file she'd been reading and blinked at the room. It was very beautiful; sleek and minimalist, decorated for some kind of party with a buffet and chairs and everything, a gorgeous place. She looked down at her lab coat and plain khaki pants and felt distinctly underdressed. In a place like this she should be wearing a ballgown, or at the very least a dress.
Well. She had no idea where she was, but she was hungry, and there was a buffet. There were also people to ask questions of. She picked over the buffet, then approached the strange, silvery man on a couch-- he looked the most comfortable, therefore probably knew the most-- and said, politely, "Excuse me."
Re: Zephyr
At any rate, it was the smell that got to her, the smell of green and growing things, the smell of life, so alien to the antiseptic halls of the morgue. She looked up from the file she'd been reading and blinked at the room. It was very beautiful; sleek and minimalist, decorated for some kind of party with a buffet and chairs and everything, a gorgeous place. She looked down at her lab coat and plain khaki pants and felt distinctly underdressed. In a place like this she should be wearing a ballgown, or at the very least a dress.
Well. She had no idea where she was, but she was hungry, and there was a buffet. There were also people to ask questions of. She picked over the buffet, then approached the strange, silvery man on a couch-- he looked the most comfortable, therefore probably knew the most-- and said, politely, "Excuse me."