Grace just got here a couple days ago, so she doesn't have anything to redeem, but it seems like A New Thing Being There is unusual, at least for now. Worth investigating, she thinks, if only to get an idea of the sorts of goings-on that will be happening for the foreseeable who-knows-how-long.
So she finds a moment that the hallways seem empty to slip out of her room and down to the strange chunky machine that kind of reminds her of those little photo booths they have at the mall, just way more beat up and janky-looking. Which is saying something, because those photo booths have been there since at LEAST the nineties.
Anyway. Nobody appears to be around, at least for now, so Grace takes a tentative peek at the list of items. Brain lubricant. That's a thing, apparently?
For right now, at least, she's so absorbed in the list that she stops paying attention to whether or not she's alone in the room anymore...
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So she finds a moment that the hallways seem empty to slip out of her room and down to the strange chunky machine that kind of reminds her of those little photo booths they have at the mall, just way more beat up and janky-looking. Which is saying something, because those photo booths have been there since at LEAST the nineties.
Anyway. Nobody appears to be around, at least for now, so Grace takes a tentative peek at the list of items. Brain lubricant. That's a thing, apparently?
For right now, at least, she's so absorbed in the list that she stops paying attention to whether or not she's alone in the room anymore...