[[We'll try, Twizzler...]]
*Cornelia [[The old lady]] glaced up with a gasp. It sounded like the cieling was coming in... her old heart started pounding fearfully.
Suddenly, Oak fell in as a new song began on the radio, landing painfully on her stomach on the clean carpet, lying there for a time with the wind knocked out of her. When her breath was regained, she looked up... the stange beast was staring at her with bulging eyes with an abnormal amount of white, wielding some sort of porcelain painted light device with a long cord coming from it, like a tail. "Stay away from me!" the creature screeched, cocking the lamp threateningly. Oak considered laughing, but the creature looked fearful and she didn't want to provoke it into attack.
Instead, she gave a smile. "I won't hurt you, strange one... where am I?" she said, stretching out one wing to get the cramp out. This seemed to overwhelm the old lady, who keeled over in a limp heap. "Dead?" Oak wondered, and kneeled down by her with some difficulty. There was a pulse, though it was weak... she did have healing powers, at least, but she did not want to frighten the thing more. Instead she took out the strange white fife at her belt and played a soft tune to calm the thing, a small amount of weak healing magic flowing from the music. The hairless-monkey-beast did not awake, but began breathing deeply. [[Gee. Wonder where I got that from.]]
Wondering how many strange surprises awaited her in this strange place, Oakleaf opened the door and ventured into the hall of the rectangular building.*
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