Intro!

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WHO: Dolores Madrigal & you, maybe?
WHERE: Labyrinth, then the city
WHEN: Jan 28th
WHAT: Dolores arrives!
WARNINGS: n/a

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i. labyrinth

... Hello?

[The last thing she can remember is standing with her family in front of a camera, her heart full with joy and affection, and the next moment... she was here. Whispers feel like they're hemming her in as she strains to hear them, barely understanding anything they say. Dolores stands very still and listens for what feels like an eternity before she speaks and is immediately startled by the sound of her own voice. She's all but whispering, herself.

But the hushed voices around her continue, and they don't seem to be talking to her at all.]

H... Hello?! [A little louder as the panic starts to build. As she feels her heart begin to pound and goosebumps rise up on the skin of her forearms. She pulls her arms in close to herself, hands clasping at her chest, and she takes a breath. Another breath.]

Okay. Okay, Dolores, just take it one step at a time...

[So she walks, and walks, and the whispers continue around her. Soon enough she's covering her ears, her expression pinched, barely looking where she's going. They aren't loud, but they are everywhere, and why doesn't covering her ears seem to be helping? She can't find an exit, either, and the anxiety that has been coiling in her chest since she popped into this cave begins to rise to a fever pitch.]

Oh, be quiet, please... [Dolores hisses, stopping and squeezing her eyes shut.] Just be quiet and let me think-- Hello? Hello!? Is anyone there!?

ii. the city

[Either alone or with help, she eventually makes it out to the city. It doesn't take long after that for her to locate the little book of instructions and the odd device on her person, and she perches on the edge of a chilly bench to read it. Dolores is clearly not dressed for the weather but with a lack of anywhere else to go (and still feeling oddly numbed by the barrage of strange experiences) she resolves to simply make do for the moment.

So she sits and tries to understand the instruction book, a deep frown furrowing her brow as she mouths out words and concepts that have no meaning to her even if she understands the phrase independently.

Somebody walking by might see her looking exasperatedly from the instructions to the phone as she does her best to grasp how it works. Maybe help a girl out?]