#inmoons

If there was one thing that Luna wasn’t too happy about, it was the absence of a room with enough room to actually work out. Thus, she had to find a substitute for that - and it just happened to be the foyer; to be more precise, mostly the middle and left side of it. The right section was too narrow and she wasn’t exactly eager to dance face first into a door that suddenly opened.

Luna had finished doing some stretches when she finally decided on her workout plan for today - it would be a rather light routine overall. She thought that she should take it easy after waking up confused in a building that she had no recollection of ever entering.

Starting near the entrance to the kitchen and dining area, Luna surveyed the area one more time - currently, no one was around for her to accidentally bump into. As that could change at a moment’s notice, Luna didn’t waste any time and assumed a stance. One of her feet was slightly placed before the other, only her toes touching the ground. Her arms were leveled slightly below her chest, holding them rather graciously. Fixating her eyes on a point to the far end of this corridor, she began to do quick twirls while moving to the other side. Her movements were fluid, her blue scarf whirling around elegantly as she stayed focused on the task.

However, around 2/3 of her path, she noticed something out of the corner of her eyes - which was already a feat, given how her head was whipping around even faster than her entire body. There was definitely someone coming from the hallways which led to the suites.

Seemingly effortless and, most of all, smooth was her transition from the quick spinning to taking a gracious bow to whoever had approached her, smiling all the while. She looked up and gave them a quick wink.

Luna couldn’t waste a single second right now.

The more she was out and about, the higher were the chances of dying. She was not about to break her promise to stay alive - she would outlive everyone and get back home. Poison or not, she wouldn’t let them go through the grief of losing her.

Thus, Luna decided to camp it out at the aggregate gambit room, like Maestro did in the last round. It was the best course of action, really - sure, she had no access to a bathroom, so she would have to slip into her room every now and then, but that was far more better than an angry roommate who would be pissed at you for locking her out. No need to up her chances of dying in any way, right?

So far, she already managed to get some of her belongings to the room, but that wouldn’t be enough - she still needed to secure some food and drinks for herself, as well as a means to keep her door blocked off. Also, laying down any kind of traps that could alert her to some intruders would be nice. Guess she merely needed to be a bit creative there, right?

In the end, Luna had marched right up to the kitchen area, where she started to chuck some food and drinks into... her empty pillow case? Well, okay. Guess that’s one way to transport stuff if you don’t want for both of your hands to be occupied.

Once it was filled to the brim, she tried to close it up, but she had some difficulties to do so. And during that, she suddenly heard some footsteps--

Oh no, red alert. RED ALERT!

Whirling around, Luna quickly grabbed one of the stools and held it up, as if she was ready to either bludgeon someone to death or chuck it across the room. Her voice was low, but laced with animosity.