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[borderlines]

[ Wandering through the plane today is a young woman with a blank look to her face. She doesn't seem impressed or bothered by anything, in fact she just appears rather lethargic to the whole situation. The red jacket doesn't match the light blue yukata, but she doesn't seem to be letting go of that jacket anytime soon. Her hands are balled into fists and rest in the pockets as the only physical sign that none of this was okay to her.

If she happens upon anyone, she'll walk up towards them, but won't bother greeting them vocally.

Otherwise she can be found lingering around the coliseum, staring intently down at some of the dried patches of blood. She doesn't talk to herself or speak out loud in any way, not unless she's approached. What a bum. ]

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[fallbythesword]

[She's not offended. Not having to make small talk is a breath of fresh hair, to be quite honest.]

No. There was once a series of fights to the death here, but that was before I arrived. I couldn't say if they were there before that or not. Besides, the Plane likes to clean itself up from time to time. You would think it would take care of the blood as well.

[Shrug.]

You're new. What brings you to the Coliseum? [Most people immediately traipse toward the bar or the kitchen, after all.]

[borderlines]

[ Both of those would require her taking care of herself and as a spoiled young lady, she'll be expecting food to be hand delivered to her. Until then, she's exploring. ]

It cleans up after itself? Isn't that strange... a bit sentient for a place that just exists.

[ What else is it capable of, she wonders. ]

[fallbythesword]

It restocks food in the kitchen, drinks in the bar... It even replaces clothes or books that people take from he ballroom or the library, respectively. Sentience wouldn't surprise me. It has some interesting machinations from time to time.