This magical place had gone completely and utterly off its rails.
Everyone was acting very strangely and everything seemed absolutely eager to encourage them. It was all rather distressing. What troubled Susan the most, though, was the fact that she couldn't seem to bring herself to stop any of this nonsense. Whenever she saw someone doing something ill-advised or heard muffled clamoring, or the occasional crash, she would just stop, and watch, and wait. She was terribly interested in each misadventure, and finding out what was going to happen was an irresistible urge. It took a staggering amount of willpower to remind herself that safety ought to trump curiosity.
Eventually, the potential danger involved in these shenanigans escalated and her distaste for the situation trumped her desire to learn the outcome. She still couldn't bring herself to intervene in anything, but removing herself from the mayhem was the next best option. She'd already been outside and had no desire to learn what new ridiculousness lie in wait, and remaining in her room was out of the question. She absolutely did not need to be restricted in a place with a magical closet that supposedly generated anything. No, delightfully tempting as it was, that could only end in some horrible way.
In the end, she decided to keep searching for a way out of this dimension and went for the only option that didn't involve hiking through trees or swimming a considerable distance. Holing herself up in a Magical Library probably wasn't the best way to remove herself from potential mayhem, but it was the best thing Susan could think of at the time. She wandered the shelves and carefully studied the books and their groupings. Mapping the shelving system was possibly the least interesting way to test any sort of theory, but mind-numbing tedium was a long revered tradition, and intrinsic part of the Scientific Process.
(I do hope this works. If not, please let me know.)
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Everyone was acting very strangely and everything seemed absolutely eager to encourage them. It was all rather distressing. What troubled Susan the most, though, was the fact that she couldn't seem to bring herself to stop any of this nonsense. Whenever she saw someone doing something ill-advised or heard muffled clamoring, or the occasional crash, she would just stop, and watch, and wait. She was terribly interested in each misadventure, and finding out what was going to happen was an irresistible urge. It took a staggering amount of willpower to remind herself that safety ought to trump curiosity.
Eventually, the potential danger involved in these shenanigans escalated and her distaste for the situation trumped her desire to learn the outcome. She still couldn't bring herself to intervene in anything, but removing herself from the mayhem was the next best option. She'd already been outside and had no desire to learn what new ridiculousness lie in wait, and remaining in her room was out of the question. She absolutely did not need to be restricted in a place with a magical closet that supposedly generated anything. No, delightfully tempting as it was, that could only end in some horrible way.
In the end, she decided to keep searching for a way out of this dimension and went for the only option that didn't involve hiking through trees or swimming a considerable distance. Holing herself up in a Magical Library probably wasn't the best way to remove herself from potential mayhem, but it was the best thing Susan could think of at the time. She wandered the shelves and carefully studied the books and their groupings. Mapping the shelving system was possibly the least interesting way to test any sort of theory, but mind-numbing tedium was a long revered tradition, and intrinsic part of the Scientific Process.
(I do hope this works. If not, please let me know.)