[ In the Old World, they had a saying for feelings like this: Dayjah View. That feeling when you feel like you've been somewhere or seen something before. The too-clean, too-bright, too-empty hospital is familiar to Sigrun, as though she saw it in a dream. A dream that didn't make much sense. The awake version doesn't make much sense either, as it turns out, but she embarks on the same plan she had had in the dream: gather as many bedsheets as possible and make a rope to climb down the gap in the stairwell. After that... Well, she hadn't gotten that far in the dream.
It doesn't occur to her to check the elevator. If she's in the Silent World, which she feels like she ought to be, given the creepy nature of this place, then there's no way the elevator would have power. (There would be no way the fluorescent lights should have power, either, but that also... doesn't occur to Sigrun.)
Maybe you run into her as she's raiding the hospital room beds for their sheets. Maybe you find her ransacking linens in a small store room. Or maybe you come across her as she's got her arms laden with fabric, carrying the whole lot of it back to the stairwell. Whenever you find her, she's a woman on a mission. ]
First Floor
[ Finally, somehow, she makes it down the fifteen foot drop. The first level looks a lot more like she would expect a Silent World abandoned hospital to look like: rundown, dirty, and covered in-- ] Ugh, gross, is that blood?
[ The sight of blood puts Sigrun on edge, and she draws a small knife from her boot, proceeding through the halls much more carefully now. As soon as she comes across the entrance, that becomes her next objective. Get the hell out of here. The doors seem to be stuck shut, though, so she's giving it her all trying to open them... With no luck.
If she sees anyone else nearby, she calls out to them. ]
Hey, you! What are you doing here? --Never mind, come help me open this door.
Sigrun Eide - ota
First Floor
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