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[ Having long perfected the art of stealth, Chane Laforet has been a silent presence on the network for a few days, now. She's gathered the information she could, done the proper exploring once the sun had set each night in this strange, grey world, and made sure to trust no one.
The communication device was unlike anything from her time or world, but was basic enough in design that she caught on after a few fumbles, that would have been more noticeable to the network had she not been a mute.

And so. A woman with short, black hair looks at the community with a determined, if slightly confused, expression, and holds up a set of FLASH CARDS, as if she's presenting a project to a bunch of colleagues. She holds up one note, which reads: ]

"I have misplaced the map I was given by the maid-woman."

[ Then shuffles it to the back, pulling out the next. ]

"Please, if anyone can reproduce something like this for me, I would appreciate it."

[ Her expression becomes slightly uncomfortable, as she's now second-guessing this entire decision. Nevertheless, she holds up another awkwardly floppy poster board. ]

"Can the people here see if some have no eyes? Some speak though I do not see their mouths."

[ And another one. This time she's holding it up in front of her face, so she doesn't have to feel as awkward... ]
"If I could be shown where to go to acquire the proper materials to arm myself,
that would be very helpful too."

[ Final note! ]

"Thank you for reading this message."

[ And she just slowly ... puts down all the notes, and sits, staring way too intensely at the video feed. She seems to be RIGHT outside the Sigyn House, so that should be recognizable enough, and is very under-dressed for the weather! ]

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[ She nods and ...eventually directs him to Room 503, where she resides.

And once they're there, she will pat his shoulders for him to set her down properly in front of her door! She seems to have been lost in thought as they were making their way up the stairs. ]

[Claire sets her down!]

You've been so quiet, Chane! Is there somethin' on your mind?

... [ Chane nods, and then opens her door! And sort of backs up into the threshold, looking at him apologetically

before shutting the door in his face. ]

...

[MINUTES LATER there will be gentle tapping at your window, Chane.]

[ Chane ...is undressing, so she's startled, but there's no need to grab for her knife since she knows who it has to be. She felt bad about the rudeness of her gesture, but with their different places in the relationship, and with more thinking about the situation, she felt a bit uncomfortable to allow Claire into her bedroom for any possible intimacy or affection. (Their version of it, at least)

She will make him wait as she takes her time putting on a nightgown, and then walks over to the window, separating the drapes with her hands like Moses. She's still holding that rose!

And the actual window isn't open yet, but she blinks at him expectantly. ]

[He makes a face at her, but it's too soft to be an angry expression. He's just pouting.]

Chane? Can you hear me from the other side? [He knocks on the glass with his knuckles.] Well, I guess you could, since the glass ain't that thick, but I'd... I'd like it if you could maybe open the window, still.

[ She makes a slight face back at him, showing traces of reluctance, before she opens the window. ]

[Claire's face is stern for a second.]

[And then it melts away ;_;]

You didn't even let me have the chance to say goodbye...

... [ Oh.

Did she hurt

his feelings?

An expression of guilt crosses her face for a moment as she stares. She opens the window all the way now, leaning out a bit, and twirling the stem of the rose in her hands once more. ]

[He's hanging off of the window sill, feet perched up against the wall. His limbs don't even as so much as shake from the strength he's exerting to hold himself up. He leans up as she opens the window, giving her a look of reassurance.]

I just wanted to fix that, is all. I hope you don't mind...!

[ She gazes down at him, not even wondering how he got up to the fifth story so quickly, and her look softens apologetically. She shakes her head, waiting, not breaking the lock that he has on her sight. ]

[Claire leans up further, almost daringly, before stopping once his body was no longer at an angle, holding himself up in a straight position by his arms.]

Well, I suppose this is my goodbye, then... [He purposefully trails off, smile giddy.]

... [ The next breath she takes feels sharp, suddenly, as she watches his smile. Her first blink is lackadaisical, before her eyes brighten a bit, as if she's been awoken from some daze. Her fingers splay on the windowsill for a moment, then move forward, barely brushing against his chest as she continues to stare, giving a slow, almost mesmerized nod. ]

Goodbye, Chane. [The tips of his feet gently slide against the wall as his arms lower his body gradually.] I want you to have sweet dreams tonight so maybe you can tell me about 'em tomorrow.

! [ She leans out the window a bit, giving a look of protest! ]

[His head is barely above the sill, now! He stops.]

[ She looks down at him, her lips parting a bit, jaw tight as if she were about to say his name. ] ... ... ...!!

[Claire raises himself up quite quickly once he realizes she's requesting he stay, looking quite happy. He stops once their faces are a couple of inches apart.] Yes, Chane?

... [ She leans in just a bit closer, fingers overlapping his. ]

[Claire's hands sweat, causing him to slip a bit suddenly, but he quickly catches himself, tightening his grip on the sill. His whole face is red... again.] Are you...

[ She blinks, startled, at his sudden slip, but her eyes take on a much heavier look as he trails off. Her hands glide up his shoulders to cup the sides of his face, though she initiates no lean-in, as her eyes seem to drink in the sight of his blushing face and features. She's nearly having second thoughts about this already, because it almost partially feels like another Claire altogether, even with him being the same. Her fingers retract a bit, nervously, lingering more against the air now than his skin!

DO IT PUSSY ]

[Claire's hands ... slip again and he catches himself again. His palms are so slick with sweat right now that it feels like someone must have poured oil all over the sill to sabotage him. He stares at her and his hands... slide again, and he is suddenly grappling with the sill, LMFAO.]

[But his grappling skills are Godmod level, so he's able to lean up and press his lips against hers, barely pursing them, before his hands finally lose their purchase.

And he begins to fall back with an utter look of bliss on his face.]

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