We Aren't in Krat Anymore, Morgana

[looselystrung]

She had thought the butterfly that she'd spotted on Elysion Boulevard merely belonged to Elizabeth. Or perhaps it had been one of those extra-dimensional ones, but they didn't tend to be blue. It lead her to a blue door, and now a blue room. A man with a long nose that she'd never seen before sits there. In fact, she doesn't recognize this scenery more than she recognizes the decrepit streets that Maruki keeps insisting was her home.

Kasumi notices there's a bulletin board. It doesn't seem as though there's anyone here to speak to, besides maybe asking her guide Morgana. "Morgana, do you recognize any of this?"

The lantern on her belt was silent. She wants to think it's because he doesn't but Morgana loves to joke at dire times. It's possible his consciousness didn't follow her here. Her hand drifts to her rapier in case there's something here that means her harm. The other puppets she's stumbled into have been rather hostile after all.