The House of the Arch

Door would scream, if she could, but currently she's running through the tunnels of London Below, chased by something she can't put a name to because she has no breath to name it with. Pity there's no protective talisman against this darkness, nor anything coming to carry her away from it. Even the trains are still and silent as she races through the Underground. Every door she passes is locked, and the touch of her hands does nothing; her fingers slide through the keyholes, useless and insubstantial, but the doors themselves stay solid, keeping her out. So she runs, and it gets colder and harder to breathe, and she runs some more.

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Funny thing... one of several.. about Door's family? They heal really fast. Especially after a good night's sleep.

That's pretty interesting for the shadows currently hiding out under her bed, because all they have to do is creep up, steal some warmth, then slide back down and wait for her to recover.

Of course they're hungry and not entirely patient. Plus? Shuddering under the bedclothes as you grow more and more translucent and less and less... there, is not exactly a good night's sleep.
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[Just establishy; to the roomie, she just looks like she's feeling ill and hiding under the covers trying to get some sleep.]

As much as she likes to explore and meet new people, Door found herself a bit worn out from talking to so very many of them in Constant Vigilance on Friday. Thus after her shopping trip to town with people she was at least a bit more familiar with, a weekend spent mostly in her room (aside from Saturday evening, when she'd handwavily taken a wander up to the roof to read in order to let Seely have his movie night with... someone she hasn't met yet) had proved a relaxing change.

Having not quite got as far as learning how to find the World Wide Web by herself in internet class on Wednesday, and with her meeting for Sunday tea with Walter temporarily cancelled, Door spent quite a bit of said weekend poking at the computer on her own -- in between studying for the first real lesson in Cross-Species Communication, and enjoying the fruits of having finally discovered the library. She's not entirely sure about her chances of being chosen as a library aide considering the next-to-nothing she knows about the way this library is arranged, but hopefully the fact that she's trying to learn more will help with that. And even if it doesn't, it should help her find things for herself, so there's really no bad there.

Now, though, Door's getting a bit restless. She's lying on her bed with the laptop, already dressed in some of the new clothes she bought on Friday, and still diligently trying to hunt, peck and click her way past the school website without getting lost on the ever-branching number of paths the internet seems to offer, but she's left the door to the room open, glancing up every so often to see if anyone's wandering past, and pondering the idea of taking a wander herself. Possibly back to London to see if de Carabas has sent some sort of reply, but she's not sure how safe that is, so she might wait a few more days to try that one.

[OOC: The door is.... oh come on. I refuse to say it. The post, however, is totally ajar.]