[There's someone in your bathtub. Yes, yours. And even better, Laurentina's first reaction to ending up here naked was to... just start the bath. Now she's lounging in the water, not caring if it splashes on the floor.

She looks up when someone, inevitably, enters.]

Oh? It's very rude to walk in on someone's room without knocking. Shame on you!

[Laurentina has been wandering the maze, just taking in the scenery. She stops to examine the statues, tutting slightly at how old and decayed they've become.

But the whispers of even a hint of excitement are what really gets her going. Treasure is so mundane, but it's still a hint of a challenge. And she decides that she probably shouldn't just tear through the walls to find them.

Finally, thought, she finds a chest and kneels.]

That's more like it! Let's see...

[She opens it, and her face falls slightly. Inside is a strap-on harness with a couple of dildos, including a tentacle-shaped one, that can be slotted it.]

Oh... hum. I guess that does make sense.

[Look, she enjoys pretty things. She knows she's gonna get overwhelmed pretty quickly with just pretty and no action (of the bloody kind), but she might as well enjoy it while she's here.

So she stands in the butterfly dome, holding a finger out as a butterfly lands on it briefly. It flutters away, and she looks at whoever's come nearby. She looks almost ethereal in this light, but the way a ghost might. Something that sparks instinctual fear.]

Aren't they beautiful? Butterflies are the closest thing land-dwellers have to the grace of aquatic life, I think. It's the colors, and the way they shimmer. Aah... I wonder if they have any fish ponds in this place?

[Her pupils are wide, though, from the effect of the pollen.]

[Anyone trying to catch baby rabbits will, at some point, feel a sense of dread. The sensation of someone watching them, movement out of the corner of their eyes -- but then it's gone. It comes and goes, but never shows itself.

Finally, for someone unlucky, that feeling will height as a streak of white shoots past them. Her speed is nearly inhuman. And yet Laurentina straightens up, only a couple feet away, with a baby rabbit carefully tucked under her arm.]

Got it! Oh, whoops, was that your pre-- I mean, target? Hah, hah. Too slow.

[She slots the bunny into the pocket of a jacket, where it's clear she has many little rabbits in there. What the fuck.]

[Laurentina knew that this place was far too distant from the ocean to maintain her recovery abilities to their full capability. That's fine, she's gotten better at fighting off the fog in her mind that leaves her a ghost. Her body's gotten stronger.

But even her body can't handle the double pronged attack of oripathy AND this flower disease. As she's begun to cough up petals, her mind has wandered back to being Specter.

So now she's sitting, waiting to be looked over by a doctor, or perhaps paired with another patient.]

This is... a gift, a... no, no, it merely means we must pray more. Mmm. It is our vitality within, blooming to the surface in vibrant reveri--

[Her ramblings are cut off by a violent coughing fit. She spits up some spiky, deep purple petals. Sea holly.]

Oooohh.... Who are you, again?

[There's clearly more wrong with her than just the hanahaki disease.]

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