Twelfth Draw = Something's not quite right [Accidental Voice]

[So after three days of trying to convince the clinic staff that she was fine, Selphie was finally released from the coop! It took her longer than usual to get back to the apartment in Community Housing 3 and even longer to make it to the third floor. By the time Selphie makes it to the door, she's fumbling with the keys before she opens the doors and tries to sneak in as quietly as possible. The perky brunette can't hold in the sneeze from the dust that's been collecting on the furniture.

That's odd... the place is usually spotless. Selphie swallows nervously before calling out. She places her journal and a bag with her ruined clothes on the table.]

Quisty? You home?

[Selphie's footsteps echo throughout the empty apartment before she throws open the door to Quistis' room and finds it empty of its contents including one of her best friends. There's a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that won't go away.]

If this is a joke, it's not funny... and so not your style.

Quisty?

[Selphie looks up and sees that her journal's open and quickly slams the book shut, promptly ending the feed.]