#autocracing

        Sweet, assigned a room mate to share a cottage with. Things just couldn't get better than this. At least she wouldn't have the endure the horrors of seeing the bodies of her classmates by herself at least. She'd have someone to talk to, someone to confide in. And what did that bear say back there? That this chick loves flowers? At least they'd have something to talk about. Because, you know, girls love flowers and stuff like that. It's an easy conversation starter and while Yosafire could take that route and go the easy way out, she wasn't going to. She was going to try her hardest to not go for the obvious.

        So, there she was. Working up the courage to burst into that cottage and give a hardy guffaw and leave her room mate in awe. That's something that cool people do, right? Right. Oh, she should've picked up something from that market on the way here too as a house-warming gift. They needed something to take their mind off of murder after all. Bah, oh well. Too late now. She's just got to go in and pretend like everything's fine and dandy. Easy, right?

        Wrong.

        Yosafire places her hand on the door and turns the knob, bursting into the room. "Yoooooooo!"