[The moment the crowds started thinning, Anthy fled. She tried, first, to leave the property - no dice. Something was keeping everyone here, though she couldn't guess as to what in her panicked state. So she did the only other thing she could think of to do: change back into her prom outfit and find a friend. She clung to Junior's tail-hand while he sat on her shoulder as she descended the stairs, observing the promgoers enter through this strange door - and, well, somehow she ends up pushed in along with them.
Truthfully, she should probably be dissuading people from entering any further. She should be trying to stop them. But part of her is so very bitter. Is this what you were hiding all this time, Team Rocket? Is this why she worried herself into a panic?
Anthy will be on the lookout for any friends in particular, but if left to her own devices she will cautiously board the conveyor belts, expression mostly blank, tinged with lingering anxiety. She is going to see what's at the bottom of all this, or so help her.]
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Truthfully, she should probably be dissuading people from entering any further. She should be trying to stop them. But part of her is so very bitter. Is this what you were hiding all this time, Team Rocket? Is this why she worried herself into a panic?
Anthy will be on the lookout for any friends in particular, but if left to her own devices she will cautiously board the conveyor belts, expression mostly blank, tinged with lingering anxiety. She is going to see what's at the bottom of all this, or so help her.]