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Jasmine Perishing
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Taking a few steps farther, Mel hunches her shoulders. She doesn't go to parties much [[OOC: and nor does she roleplay often, but she's gonna try]], and lacks the confidence to enter or initiate conversations. Pathetically, she hopes someone will notice her and strike up a conversation; but as she awaits that, she wanders towards the PARTY building in hopes of finding some good techno to dance to.
A rock-like creature scuttles under Jasmine's feet, and she jumps backward, accidentally bumping into Mel.
"Oh, sorry, I... uh... the rock, it..." she mumbles, trying pathetically to apologize.
"N-no problem," Mel stutters back. "Though I'm not sure I'd call that a rock." She watches the mechanical thing hurry away, then turns her eyes back to Jasmine. "This room is... quite odd, isn't it? I love reading post-apocolyptic stuff, but some of this decor feels almost too real."
"I think that's the point. Yes, it is a little weird, but it's also very comfortable, isn't it? Does it feel somehow familiar to you? I feel like I've been to this room before. Like, in a dream..."