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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Today Knight-Captain Colvin gave Ellen an old but serviceable bound volume of the prayers and meditations most commonly invoked by the Brotherhood of Steel. They're from quite a lot of different sources and traditions, even if most of them have a similar sort of focus, and they're the kind of thing best studied in relative quiet. Ellen took her copy and headed upstairs to her room, rather than try to find a place in the Citadel to read them.

Someone in the Bar, somewhere, took notice of how badly many of the upstairs rooms were damaged, and swapped a few of them out, replacing them with... other rooms. Not all of them, just some of them. Not the patrons' property within them, either- just the beds, and the rugs, and the furnishings, and everything else that belongs to Milliways. You know. Until the repairs were done and the old rooms could come back to function.

Of course, these two things were going to collide eventually.



"What in the name of John Henry Eden happened to my room???" wails Ellen as she comes charging down the stairs.



[OOC: Ellen's room has been temporarily swapped out with a room from the Madonna Inn, in San Luis Obispo, CA. So have several others. Since there's quite a few rooms upstairs, this may or may not have happened to any given room; why not have a look at the rest of what the Madonna has to offer and see if your pup deserves a moment or three of o__O ?]

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[basic_powers]

"What?? Ellen what is it?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"There is a completely different room behind my door," Ellen says, "and I have no idea if my stuff is in it or not because when you open a door expecting to see a Vault bunk and dresser and you get a room with stone walls and a double sized bed and stained glass and other rooms coming off it you don't just wander in and assume it's yours because the door said it was!!"

It's been a while since she flailed like this. She may have been overdue.

[basic_powers]

"Ellen, Ellen hold on deep breaths....deep breaths." Beauford's going to be making his saving prayers to Ferris Bueller and James Kirk, because while entitled flailing is QUITE understandable..

Flailing women just tend to make him wish to soothe the flailing.

"You could still find your room after the disaster?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

*eeeeeh hhhhh* *eeeeeh hhhhh*

"All- all right. I'm all right." Ellen swallows. "I just- yes. Yes, I could find it, aft- after the- it was the same, then, just a mess, you know? But I live in the Wasteland, I'm used to mess."

[basic_powers]

"...and this is kind of the exact opposite of 'mess'."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Basically, yeah," Ellen says. "I'm used to the rooms moving around up there sometimes but not to what's on the other side changing. And I don't dare go in there to see if my stuff's still in it."

[basic_powers]

"...you want me to go with you?"

Never hurts to have back up.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"That might not be a bad idea," Ellen says. "I don't know where Fawkes is or I'd ask him. I'm sorry, this is just- rooms shouldn't do that."

[basic_powers]

"Don't be, if there're rooms showing up, I might grab one...I know mine was pretty much demolished during the apocalypse." Beauford offers. "And really, don't rooms do that every time someone comes into Milliways?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"It's never changed since I first rented it," Ellen says. "Is this the Bar's way of saying I'm evicted? I- I had guns in there. And armor."

[basic_powers]

"Ellen...Ellen, I think if you were getting evicted from Bar you'd stop finding doors." Logical answer, calm voice presentation of this little idea. It's what he can do while Ellen heads for the room ahead of him.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"... you're right. I'm sorry," Ellen says. "I should've- I'm sorry. I wigged out a little."

She stops outside the door marked 101.

"This is the place."

She opens it. Yep. Still the weird decor.

[basic_powers]

".........................sweet mother of chrome."

That might've been said with something approaching reverance.

"......Ellen, what did you room look like before this?"

[no_vampires_plz]

This is relevant to Twilight's interests.

"What's wrong with your room?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"It's not my room," says Ellen. "It's not the room I had before. I mean, the door's the same but when I open it it's three times as big and the bed is big enough for three people and the walls are made of stone which is a bit much even for me."

[no_vampires_plz]

...

"That... shouldn't happen. Are you sure you're going to the right room?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"It's definitely the right room number," Ellen says, "and it's in the same place my room door usually is. I haven't gone inside yet, though."

[no_vampires_plz]

"How long ago did this start?" Twilight produces a quill pen and a parchment scroll and starts writing furiously.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Just now," Ellen says, "just- just today. I've never seen it do that before."

[no_vampires_plz]

"Huh. I'd better go have a look at this..." Twilight stuffs the quill behind her ear and the scroll in her saddlebag and strides purposefully up the stairs.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen tags along somewhat awkwardly. "The hallway's the same," she says. "Just- just inside."

[no_vampires_plz]

"Which room?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"101," Ellen says. "Normally it's a single room with a single bed and metal walls, and a small green rug and washing cubicle."

This time.. not so much.

[no_vampires_plz]

"Right, 101, 101..." Twilight pulls a clipboard out of her saddlebag and magically flips through the pages. "That room had some major bulges in the walls, possibly from broken support structures, and at least one burst pipe in the bathroom.\. It needs a lot of work before it's usable again."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Which I can understand," says Ellen, "but considering what I saw when I opened the door..."

And she does.

Other than the natural curvature of the stone, there are no visible bulges.