Oct. 31st, 2012

canfindrope: http://quiet-pbs.livejournal.com/2438.html (thinking)
 Has anyone else felt... off since we got here? [Red closes her eyes, scrunching her forehead up in thought. When she looks at the screen again, her eyes have turned yellow.] I can smell everything.

[She laughs] I can hear everything. I had no idea birds were that loud...

[She clutches her cloak, drawing strength from it. Her face sets in determination.] There's something else, too. 

If Jefferson came here, then... this place must be connected to our world. I guess you've heard stories about it. You might have heard them about me, too. Little red riding hood?

But... whatever you've heard? It's not real. It's not what happened. This place - it's wrong. I can feel it. The whole forest... This is bad. It will kill you.

I guess I'm the closest thing this place has to a guide, though. Other than Jefferson. So if anyone needs help, just give me a call.

Okay?

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