[it's voice because Marianne CANNOT text over her compass right now. She's too tired and feeling drained, the clatter of desperate voices around her are all feeding into the tension she feels right in her shoulders... She should get back to helping, but she feels... well, like whatever she's doing isn't enough, and that she shouldn't try in the first place.
Which isn't helpful or conducive at all to this room of injured strangers -- though all from towns from the Moon territory -- so after a moment, Marianne pulls up her compass and thinks of the one person who comes to mind.]
Um, Mercedes? It's me, Marianne... I can try again later if you're busy right now.
voice; during the october event
Which isn't helpful or conducive at all to this room of injured strangers -- though all from towns from the Moon territory -- so after a moment, Marianne pulls up her compass and thinks of the one person who comes to mind.]
Um, Mercedes? It's me, Marianne... I can try again later if you're busy right now.