"I should probably decide if I'm going to be heading back home for the High Holy Days... if the galaxy can hold itself together for a couple of months."

“What’s.... a Himbo..?”

The music plays softly from the speakers of her computer and she sways as she walks around her office with a dust rag. It’s cleaning day, and although she knows it’s going to be professionally cleaned later, it makes her feel better to have some sort of head-start. She doesn’t want to be embarrassed by the cleaning crew from lack of upkeep—even though it’s their job. Feeling secure with the lock on the door to the infirmary, Quistis allows herself to dance about. As she runs the rag over the surface of the shelves, she begins to softly sing along, although slightly off-key. She doesn’t hear the swish of the door sliding open at a particularly loud part of the song, and she certainly doesn’t stop dancing until she turns around, faced with the intruder. Completely flustered, Quistis coughs, clears her throat, and tries to return to cleaning.  “Yes?” [Damn, I must have hit the lock button earlier.]

"It goes sorta like this. I lay out the cards, but every time I turn one over, I get a glimpse of the face before it goes black. No one else can see it but me. I've tried four sets, even my dumb Lord of the Rings ones, but it's always the same. Once I shuffle the cards back into the deck they go back to normal. It's like something's... blocking my ability to read them. Telling me I won't get answers that way. It's been like this for weeks now... and I'm not sure how to fix it."