Skelter wandered through the building, looking rather unamused. As much as she agreed with the organization that she worked for, she absolutely hated her job, and was starting to wish she had just kept her job working on an airship. At least things there would have remained normal. Well, normal enough for her taste, anyway.
She kicked open a door at random, not even bothering to see where it led, and turned up the music on her headphones. The punk rock was so loud that it now echoed off the walls. She smirked and stepped inside the room, jumped down a flight of stairs, and ended up on a floor that looked exactly like the one before. 'What a dump,' she thought.
"I wouldn't have chosen the interior," Skelter said to nobody. "The 'dreary and sinister look' isn't working out."
She pulled her hat down lower so that it completely covered her eyes before pressing on. Eventually she came to a large chamber that she took to be the cafeteria; it had food at least. She crossed her arms and slouched against the doorway with a dramatic yawn.
Out of Coffee:
Sorry for the quickie where nothing really happens, I was gonna have Skelter talk to some people but I just ran out of time and have to leave. Sorry peoples~
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