Tamara Sable || Antalyon

[Sorry, Keepites. If you are near room 4032 this morning you likely heard a guttural scream. It's brief and cuts of quick but man, that wasn't cool, right?

About an hour or so later--after reading that this isn't an isolated thing, it appears just about everyone is going through...something...in a similar fashion, Tammy feels like she's recovered enough to make a video post. When she speaks, her voice is faint, and flickers in and out, much like a flame caught in the breeze, with a hollow ring underpinning it all.]

For everyone asking why: it's because he's a lord of ass holes. We are the puppets dancing at the end of his string and clearly we are failing to provide him entertainment.

[She sighs, her eyeholes flickering with light.]

My head feels so...weird. And we can't undo it. We don't think we can. We haven't been able to.

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[The video flicks on and Tammy is blinking in confusion at the journal. At the sight of the video on the page her eyes widen.]

Oh shi-

[The feed cuts off abruptly.

Roughly twenty minutes later, the video starts again. This time she's clearly expecting it. And in the background you can see she's now outside.

Her tone drips sarcasm. It reeks of sarcasm. It is 100% homegrown, organic, unadulterated sarcasm. It's pretty easy to detect.]

Dear diary,

Today has been just swell. Waking up in a room I don't recognize is an adventure, and the note from a bearded guy who looks like he should be teaching Douchebaggery 101 only adds to the atmosphere of mystery. And finding out everyone I've ever known never existed, well. That was just peaches!

[And here Tammy shifts, so that one arm is wrapped around a pumpkin with an unfamiliar female face on it. She presses her cheek against it. She grins, but it's more like she's just trying to show you all her teeth.]

And hey! It's nice to know someone around here remembers what my roommate who I suppose was never my roommate looks like. If that's not enough to perk up a day, I don't know what is.

[Her grin drops, as does the sarcastic tone. Her expression is grim as she stares at the journal.]

How's that? About what you're looking for?

[The feed cuts off just as she snorts.]

{OOC: Feel free to either comment to the post or come across her outside. Tammy will be lingering around her roommate shaped pumpkin for a bit.}