It's the assumption that Audrey is currently working with and so far she thinks she's right. She doesn't know how the barn can go from endless white hallways to an endless cruise ship in that little amount of time. For the most part, Audrey is not even bothering to hide the confusion that laces her features, but as far as she can tell, she's managed to find herself somewhere completely different and completely new. At the same time, it begs two questions:
1) If this isn't the barn, where the hell is she? 2) If this isn't the barn, what the hell is happening to Haven?
Suppressing the wave of nauseating panic that if she's no in the barn, Haven (her home) may be about to be smashed into a oblivion by a meteor shower that she is supposed to be stopping. She was ready to give up everything, even the identity that she has somewhat come to call her own, in order to protect it, but what does this mean, now that she's here?
What kind of game is her handler playing?
Currently, she's cautiously exploring, gun out at her side. Given that anything could be waiting around any given corner, she's not exactly prone to taking too many chances at the moment. Most of the doors to the rooms are obvious declarations of what's within, but when she comes to a door that's fairly plain looking, her curiosity gets the better of her. Raising her weapon so that she can fire quickly if need be (you never know with places like this), she reaches slowly for the door knob and starts to pull the door open.
On the plus side, no vicious man eating monster.
On the other hand, when the door does become fully open, Audrey suddenly finds herself splattered by something warm and wet and smelling vaguely of banana creme. She stumbles back a few steps the the mechanical laughter of whatever machine happens to be wedged inside, followed by the door to the room slamming hard. This leaves her standing in the middle of the deck, covered from head to toe in banana cream pies, and looking so confused - or she would be if it weren't for the pie tin in her face.
Slowly, she peels it off and runs a hand down her face to try and clear off some of the excess. "You gotta be kidding me."
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This is not the barn.
It's the assumption that Audrey is currently working with and so far she thinks she's right. She doesn't know how the barn can go from endless white hallways to an endless cruise ship in that little amount of time. For the most part, Audrey is not even bothering to hide the confusion that laces her features, but as far as she can tell, she's managed to find herself somewhere completely different and completely new. At the same time, it begs two questions:
Suppressing the wave of nauseating panic that if she's no in the barn, Haven (her home) may be about to be smashed into a oblivion by a meteor shower that she is supposed to be stopping. She was ready to give up everything, even the identity that she has somewhat come to call her own, in order to protect it, but what does this mean, now that she's here?
What kind of game is her handler playing?
Currently, she's cautiously exploring, gun out at her side. Given that anything could be waiting around any given corner, she's not exactly prone to taking too many chances at the moment. Most of the doors to the rooms are obvious declarations of what's within, but when she comes to a door that's fairly plain looking, her curiosity gets the better of her. Raising her weapon so that she can fire quickly if need be (you never know with places like this), she reaches slowly for the door knob and starts to pull the door open.
On the plus side, no vicious man eating monster.
On the other hand, when the door does become fully open, Audrey suddenly finds herself splattered by something warm and wet and smelling vaguely of banana creme. She stumbles back a few steps the the mechanical laughter of whatever machine happens to be wedged inside, followed by the door to the room slamming hard. This leaves her standing in the middle of the deck, covered from head to toe in banana cream pies, and looking so confused - or she would be if it weren't for the pie tin in her face.
Slowly, she peels it off and runs a hand down her face to try and clear off some of the excess. "You gotta be kidding me."
Needless to say, Audrey Parker is having a day.