Once her initial arrival and the information overload tour was over, Evelyn decided it would be much better if she went exploring the castle on her own. She could take things in at her own pace that way, and actually figure a few things out about whatever the fuck she'd gotten yanked into now. To be clear: she's used to weird shit happening in her life at this point, but this whole thing is on an entirely different level than the sentient fog and anomalies in the woods of Pinehaven.
Normally, she'd be itching to explore the city proper, but the windstorms have deterred her on that particular mission just yet. She has experience with freaky weather conditions, and if magic is real in this place, she doesn't want to find out how bad that could make everything else here.
Still. New place. New weirdness. She needs to study up, which means going to the library and figuring out where to start. She's looking for something on the arcana because hoo-boy, she doesn't know a single damn thing about Tarot.
The Roommate Prompt
When she's not busy wandering the town or the castle itself to familiarize herself with the place, Evelyn can be found in her room, usually with a book like Thorne: A Rich History or Magicks for the True Academic.
Maybe this is the first time you've seen the short redhead; she cuts a pretty unimpressive figure, short and small enough that she looks like maybe she's been sick for awhile, a fact only further supported by the pallor of her skin. The only thing that might make someone glance twice in her direction is the left eye she no longer has.
"Do you think this is some crazy head trauma dream?" she asks whoever might be in the room at the time. "'cuz I gotta say, this is some real Tolkein kinda shit for my brain to come up with."
Evelyn McKinnon | Lonely Broadcast Station | Thorne | The Hanged Man
Once her initial arrival and the information overload tour was over, Evelyn decided it would be much better if she went exploring the castle on her own. She could take things in at her own pace that way, and actually figure a few things out about whatever the fuck she'd gotten yanked into now. To be clear: she's used to weird shit happening in her life at this point, but this whole thing is on an entirely different level than the sentient fog and anomalies in the woods of Pinehaven.
Normally, she'd be itching to explore the city proper, but the windstorms have deterred her on that particular mission just yet. She has experience with freaky weather conditions, and if magic is real in this place, she doesn't want to find out how bad that could make everything else here.
Still. New place. New weirdness. She needs to study up, which means going to the library and figuring out where to start. She's looking for something on the arcana because hoo-boy, she doesn't know a single damn thing about Tarot.
When she's not busy wandering the town or the castle itself to familiarize herself with the place, Evelyn can be found in her room, usually with a book like Thorne: A Rich History or Magicks for the True Academic.
Maybe this is the first time you've seen the short redhead; she cuts a pretty unimpressive figure, short and small enough that she looks like maybe she's been sick for awhile, a fact only further supported by the pallor of her skin. The only thing that might make someone glance twice in her direction is the left eye she no longer has.
"Do you think this is some crazy head trauma dream?" she asks whoever might be in the room at the time. "'cuz I gotta say, this is some real Tolkein kinda shit for my brain to come up with."