Vague, but, the point is understood. [ Elizabeth nods once more. Best not to dig for answers further on it from him. For now. ] Such a wish is something you may want to think twice about. You may not want to know what would happen if something no longer existed.
[ Eyebrows turn upwards for a small moment. ] No, I'm afraid not. It would seem we're here in it. Wherever "here" might be.
[ Elizabeth lowers the ledger from him and looks over it once more. She can see that she (rather, the Songbird) is not listed as a resident. At least not publicly. Alan's reaction only confirms that he is indeed "the Writer" in more ways than one. Not only that, but he was here at some point. He knew the people that are listed as well. ]
"Gods of Rock and Roll" seems rather... pretentious. Is their music truly that good?
[ A small toss of the ledger back onto the front desk. Arms fold underneath her bust once more before she turns to survey the area once more. ] Creativity. Every single one of them must have had an artistic talent related to their title. Which, given that, I'm certain you could gather as to why they would want to contain me here.
Which means they were collecting artists of all sorts here for some purpose. [ She turns and begins slowly walking to the front doors. They would have been wooden and glass, however, everything has been bolted down. Sealed from the outside. Yellow hazard tape makes an "X" with a large notice printed on it. A logo is also present on it.
Elizabeth leans forward to read it: ] "This site has been condemned by the Federal Bureau of Night Springs. No trespassing. Violators will be found held and tried in the court of law." Huh... there's no date for when the building was condemned. Though, I'm guessing we'll need to find another way out. How did you get inside?
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[ Eyebrows turn upwards for a small moment. ] No, I'm afraid not. It would seem we're here in it. Wherever "here" might be.
[ Elizabeth lowers the ledger from him and looks over it once more. She can see that she (rather, the Songbird) is not listed as a resident. At least not publicly. Alan's reaction only confirms that he is indeed "the Writer" in more ways than one. Not only that, but he was here at some point. He knew the people that are listed as well. ]
"Gods of Rock and Roll" seems rather... pretentious. Is their music truly that good?
[ A small toss of the ledger back onto the front desk. Arms fold underneath her bust once more before she turns to survey the area once more. ] Creativity. Every single one of them must have had an artistic talent related to their title. Which, given that, I'm certain you could gather as to why they would want to contain me here.
Which means they were collecting artists of all sorts here for some purpose. [ She turns and begins slowly walking to the front doors. They would have been wooden and glass, however, everything has been bolted down. Sealed from the outside. Yellow hazard tape makes an "X" with a large notice printed on it. A logo is also present on it.
Elizabeth leans forward to read it: ] "This site has been condemned by the Federal Bureau of Night Springs. No trespassing. Violators will be found held and tried in the court of law." Huh... there's no date for when the building was condemned. Though, I'm guessing we'll need to find another way out. How did you get inside?