<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/CorinneLorimer.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Corinne Lorimer (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1945676)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Withdrawing Room<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Blue Robe<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Paranoid philosophizing<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Danae, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Corinne knew that the Treatment room was the rational choice, the wise choice... even as she longed to run downstairs and rouse Zoe. But she would persevere.<br/><br/>"I cannot say for certain," she said, in response to Danae's query, "but there does seem to be some connection. The late Mlle. Grosbelhomme swore she heard some manner of strange clanging from the hold of the ship - was held transfixed by it. I did not hear it then... and yet now I cannot recall the scene without hearing it. And I heard the same clanging as we were roused from sleep this night."<br/><br/>She shuddered, drawing her scant robe tight around her, in a futile effort to ward off a sudden chill. "Thought it sounds superstitious, I believe it to be the work of the Mists. There is an ill will within them, a wicked agency that shapes all that happens within this world. They have closed in around us, sealed us within this place, until we have played whatever game they have in store for us."<br/><br/>Her voice grew fainter as she spoke, as though afraid the mists that wrapped the asylum might overhear her. She hunched nervously in her robe, feeling suddenly very vulnerable and exposed.