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@kingoftheseventhsnicket The blue haired girl stared with apprehension at the double doors leading into what could be her future; The Psychonauts Agency. Or, more well know as the Psychonaut headquarters depending on who you asked. Most of the time though it was prefered to call it the ‘agency’ rather than ‘headquarters’ for obvious reasons. None the less, she pushed through one of the doors and walked expediently up to the reception desk. The lobby looked clean, large and rather bland. “Do you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked. Not bothering to look at the girl and continued reading a magazine. Adjusting their glasses without lifting a finger, this much the girl noticed of the receptionist before herself. She seemed to be in the correct place given that action was Telekinesis. The girl gave a short, quick nod and passed a manilla envelope to the receptionist. Said receptionist undid the string with Telekinesis and floated the papers out of their casing. Reading the documents over without lifting so much as a digit. “Mmm-hmm. Hm. Mmmm. Ah. O-K then.” The papers slipped themselves to whence they came and the envelope was passed back to the blue haired girl. “Go down that left hallway,” the receptionist gestured with their eyes rather than hands, “make one left, follow that hall for three doors, then make two rights to find an elevator. Once you’re in it, press the button that looks like Abraham Lincoln....” the receptionist paused long enough to lower their glasses, again without using their fingers, “...you do know who ‘Abraham Lincoln’ is, right?” Taking on a bit of an impatient tone. The blue haired girl nodded twice and threw in a, “Yes.” before resuming being fully attentive of the person before her. The receptionist gave a nod and continued on in a neutral, if not slightly haughty tone, “Well, after ya reach that floor, it’ll be straight forward from there to find who you’re looking for. Have a good day.” The receptionist dismissed the girl and went back to her magazine. The blue haired girl looked to her left where the hall she was suppose to follow was. And follow it she did. All the way to the elevator. Which, for an interior of an elevator was, rather peculiar. Instead of wood or glass or just plain paneling, it was padded. Similar to an insane asylum cell. Inside for the buttons though, the floors weren’t marked by numbers. They were marked by symbols and pictures. And sure enough, there was a copper-ish colored button with Honest Abe’s face on it. After pushing the button, the girl had expected the elevator to go up or down. Instead though, she was jolted to the left, down some, to the right, forwards, and then down for about 15 seconds before halting completely. Now the padding made A LOT more sense. The blue haired girl with equally wandering blue eyes looked about the area she was in now. Instead of clean, it was cluttered somewhat, small and smelled somewhat metallic. The room the girl reached down the rather short hallway was carpeted and less cluttered. It seemed to be some kind of office. “Hello?” The girl called out in a gentle voice. “I am here to see a ‘Mondy Walmond’. I was sent from the Psychonaut Academy.”
