Bella drops off her and Lexi's papers at the office, doing an admirable job of sounding like she is not concerned about her mental health.
She picks her way across the icy parking lot. She sits in her car. She pulls out her notebook, and confirms her memories of the day.
There's - really nothing. She didn't even make a note to tell somebody about suspicious black mold in a bathroom or anything. She supposes lunch could have been poisoned, but she's otherwise completely fine, not even dizzy.
"I'm tentatively going to operate under the assumption that some playing cards I picked up are talking to me," Bella says, taking them out of her pocket and setting them on the dashboard. "What, under this hypothesis, do those playing cards have to say?"
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Date: 2013-04-10 12:11 am (UTC)She picks her way across the icy parking lot. She sits in her car. She pulls out her notebook, and confirms her memories of the day.
There's - really nothing. She didn't even make a note to tell somebody about suspicious black mold in a bathroom or anything. She supposes lunch could have been poisoned, but she's otherwise completely fine, not even dizzy.
"I'm tentatively going to operate under the assumption that some playing cards I picked up are talking to me," Bella says, taking them out of her pocket and setting them on the dashboard. "What, under this hypothesis, do those playing cards have to say?"