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A typical morning around Green Oaks hadn’t been a quiet one in almost a week, and this morning was no different. The halls are calm and peaceful, patients, residents, and staff slowly making their way to wherever they were headed. Naturally, on par with recent events, this didn’t last very long. A noisy rumble suddenly broke out in a janitor’s closet, causing those nearby to back away with caution. As well that they did, because soon after the door burst open and a figure stumbled out into the hallway, arms flailing to keep balanced. A man by accounts, with one foot lodged in a plastic bucket, and the other being wrapped from ankle to waist in a water hose, which then continued up and around both arms. And by some means, a broom had come to be threaded into the man’s shirt, neck to wait. He was obviously trying to say something but his speech was muffled by the dirty towels that wrapped his head.

Finally Daniel managed to get an arm free enough to pull the towels away. He paused ten, panting, and looking around at all the eyes that were now locked on him. He looked concerned and slightly startled for a moment before his broad signature smile covered his face.

“Whew! That is NOT the game room!” He pauses a second with a thoughtful look. “Although, I suppose, depending on the persons involved, you could come up with something in there that…”

Daniel is cut off as two orderlies suddenly appear, flanking him and laying hands on him. To which Daniel provides his other signature response.

“That? Not my fault. I swear.”

The two orderlies pay no mind, and quickly divest him of the cleaning gear about him. Once done they begin to escort him out of that particular wing of the facility.

“By any chance, would one of you know how to get to the game room? TV lounge? Knitting group? No? Ah well. Supose it's just going t be one of those days.”

dame finally stretches and stands. The afternoon had been pleasant. Morning sessions, lunch, free time inside on the wing, then outside 'fresh air' time. However, dame has finally tired of being outside doing nothing. She approaches one of the nurses and asks if there is a gym or exercise room and if she would be allowed to access it. She really needs to get out some pent up energy. sweatdrop stressed

Amy heard Karrie's voice as he entered the house. She had been taking a nap on the couch. She wanted to go with Karrie to the farmer's market, but she was so tired from putting up more Halloween decorations around the house the day before that she decided to take a nap instead.

She slowly sat up on the couch and smiled tiredly when Karrie came into the living room. She was wearing shorter clothes to nap in since she liked to stay cool when sleeping.

"Hey sweetie. Successful trip to the market?"

Amy looked at Karrie in completely confusion and then laughed softly. "Funny, Karrie. You know how out of it I can be when I first wake up, but even I wouldn't believe that one."

She started to stand up from the couch and go over to help Karrie with the basket.

Amy's smile dropped when she saw the serious expression on Karrie's face. He wasn't joking...

She quickly put the basket back down on the floor and practically raced over to the mirror Karrie had pointed to. When she looked into it, her eyes grew huge and she gasped. She slowly reached one of her hands up and lightly touched her hair. When she felt how real it was, she gasped again.

"My... my hair... my beautiful purple hair is gone!!!!"

Amy shook her head at Karrie's question, having no idea how. Then, when Velcore asked where Thistle was, she sighed softly. "She went to Kits' when I told her that I was going to take a nap..."

"Thistle... THISTLE! SHE must have done this! She grew my hair out and darker a couple months ago, remember!"

She turned back around quickly and looked at Karrie and Velcore with wide eyes. "She must have been playing around with her magic again!"

Amy frowned slightly and looked uncertain. "But she's just a baby... and she only does it to me..."

Still frowning, Amy sighed and sat down on the couch. "I've punished her before... but mostly just for her acting out or getting into things she shouldn't. I've never punished her for using her magic before. I don't want her to think that using her magic or practicing it, trying to get better at, is a bad thing. It's part of who she is..."

She folded her hands in her lap and looked down at them. She knew what it was like to be punished for using magic, for simply accessing another part of yourself that your parent might not agree with. Her father always grounded her when she used her magic before she ran away from home.