Welcome to The Archives, how can I help you?
*the Archivist pauses, giving the visitor a once-over. Young woman, hair a vague shade somewhere in the vicinity of light brown or dirty blond, face… bland, devoid of any defining flaw or quality. Average height, average build. An appearance so deeply boring as to slip the mind immediately. Even her voice is… nothing. A plastic-smooth customer service cheer. The tag on her shirt says “Sayrah”*
*then, of course, there’s the fact that she just walked through the door and welcomed it into its own Archives.* *the Archivist cocks its head to the side curiously.*
… Could I get the menu, please?















