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[advocacy]

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[The first thing Daneca Wasserman does is the absolute last thing she should do.]

[She panics.]

[Something is wrong and she knows it. This room isn't hers. Not the ones she recognizes and remembers anyway. And yet this is her cabin. She checked six - no seven - times.]

[So Daneca panics and then immediately vanishes out of sight.]

No, no, stupid, [she mutters, berating herself as she hurries down the hall, footsteps reverberating off the walls. Normally Daneca would just hide out in her room until she could calm down, but her room isn't there.]

[She throws herself down in a chair in the common room, hugging her knees and trying to take as little space as possible. Maybe if she just keeps repeating to herself over and over again quietly that it's okay she'll believe it eventually.]

[Daneca does gradually come back into view, head buried in her knees, once she manages to calm herself down enough with some deep breathing.]

voice.

[Once she's visible again, Daneca tries her room again. It's still the same - not right, that it is - but she can do this. She just needs to find out what's going on with other people.]

How many people have found their rooms aren't what they remember it to be?

((ooc: daneca is now from haven! her trouble is becoming invisible when she's stressed/anxious. you can still hear her though and see what she's interacting with, but otherwise she's completely invisible.))

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[warisart]

[Ben is en route from the art room to his cabin, a new canvas under one arm and three tubes of oil paint in one hand, when he thinks he hears something. His senses, he knows, are sharper than humans, and his ability to blur means his eyes often follow movement that most humans can't either, so despite his careless demeanor, he's grown accustomed to paying attention to his surroundings - mostly out of curiosity.

Now he pauses, glancing around openly with his eyebrows pulling together in confusion, because he can't see anything; but he can hear someone's there, and smell unfamiliar shampoo, and he stops and goes very still to listen for breathing or he can even sometimes hear a pulse. Frowning, concerned, he straightens up slightly and keeps casting around blindly.]

Hello? Is someone there?

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[God, these superhumans and their abilities to know when she's there anyway.]

[Daneca squeezes her eyes shut tight like somehow that will make him also disappear. She'd settle for him going away though. The last thing she wants to do is have a full-blown conversation with someone while she's like this. It's more embarrassing somehow than when they catch her either going or returning from being invisible.]

[Daneca opens her eyes and looks at Ben, but she says nothing. If she could just temporarily switch her heartbeat off, that would be great. At the very least, put the mute button on it because it's pounding in her ears right now and why is this her life? Daneca buries her face in her knees.]

[warisart]

[Ben continues turning a slow, methodical circle right where he is and maybe he would have let it go otherwise - either whoever it is clearly doesn't want him to know where they are, or they don't understand, or he's walked right into some kind of trap he has no interest whatsoever in allowing to be sprung around him - but at last, he does catch a note of her heartbeat. Then another, faster, louder. He always hears fear the most clearly.

People springing ambushes never sound like this. Eventually his eyes tick straight over to the sound, though he does not otherwise approach just yet.]

I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Ben.

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[It's easy for people to say that and not really mean it. After all, it's just six words and inflection doesn't matter so much unless you're a really, really, really, really bad and transparent liar. Even Daneca could lie about that if she had to and she's one of the worst liars she knows.]

[She lifts her head just a little and then softly,] Daneca.

[warisart]

Daneca.

[Ben is also really bad at lying, but it's easier for him to be calm than most would anticipate, speaking to him normally. He repeats her name with due severity, but also a tempered kind of warmth. It's interest, genuine.

He turns another slow step, eyes still skipping here and there around him: he could pinpoint her if he wanted to, but now that she's talking, he backs off the effort a little.]

Are you hiding from someone? Or has something happened?