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The Piano Knows Something I Don't [Open]
Roxie's lair is much as it has been, though there have been a few changes. With the girl's paranoia inducing the place to run at half-alert status, the runes across the outside walls stand out in softly-glowing dark-edged curlicue, and odd posts topped with silver-chrome metal orbs stand out at odd angles from the building, humming softly. On the edges of the roof perch things like small birds carved out of bits of ivory and fragments of office supplies.
On a level past the physical, the entire building glows with a soft supernatural aura—practically broadcasting that it's at weapons-readied status.
But the door is open, as it long has been, and there is no impediment to entering. Won't you come in?
On a level past the physical, the entire building glows with a soft supernatural aura—practically broadcasting that it's at weapons-readied status.
But the door is open, as it long has been, and there is no impediment to entering. Won't you come in?
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If anything, Sherry really didn't want to believe that Roxie had meant what she'd said.
So, there she stood at the door of Roxie's building, hesitating at the entrance. "Roxie?" she shifted her weight and walked in. There was a sense care that overtook the little girl. As though she might want to be careful. "Where are you? I need to talk to you. It's important."
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No time like the present, and who better to know that than the Sage of Time. Stepping through the door, she calls out softly, "Roxie?"
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"Miss Schreiber," he called out into the gloom, "Are you here? I'd like to speak with you."
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Her limp was getting visibly better, though not enough that she could disappear and reappear at a moment's notice right now. Instead, she would just walk for now.
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