( One woman seems completely unphased by the method of arrival in this strange place. After looking at her phone for only a minute or so, Faust stands and departs the train with a quiet sigh and an idle comment. )

The train has arrived at its destination.

( Almost like she's the voice of the train itself. She's not, of course. She's just as new and lost as everyone else. But there's a confidence in her steps, and she doesn't hesitate to look behind her at the train that refuses to depart until everyone currently on board has made their way up the stairs. As intended, she makes her way up the stairs now, the long coat draped over her shoulders trailing behind her.

That's not to say she won't stop to address anyone who addresses her, of course. Any confused comments or call outs to her will be answered, so she can be stopped on the way at any point. )

( Just as Faust has held herself confidently through other goings on within the city, the apartment situation doesn't seem to bother her. To... the potential detriment of those around her, perhaps. After all, she doesn't take her time trying door after door to check validity, or stop to make sure that someone in front of her hasn't just entered a door themselves. She simply puts her hand on the doorknob, opens it, and walks right in like she owns the place.

Likely right after someone else just has. Either moments ago, or earlier in the day— whatever the case, Faust is here now, and she doesn't seem to even acknowledge that someone else is here other than with a glance and a blink before she continues in. Placing a bag of some kind of items from the city (food, mostly) on the counter, she then moves to claim a bedroom. The only one? One of two?

Is she just assigning herself as your roommate? Absolutely. Stop her, confront her, or welcome her, it's your choice! )

( Faust has only decided to wash her outermost layer, a long coat, torn at the bottom that she normally wears draped around her shoulders. It's covered in various bodily fluids and mystery fluids from recent encounters that would be nice to mostly wash off, even if any stains might remain, after all. However, when she opens the door to retrieve it...

Someone else's clothes are there. Her expression doesn't change, though she does pause for a moment. She's certain this was her machine, so she just needs to process it. To think of what to do next. And what does she do?

Well, she plops the clothing over the top of the machine, or on a nearby bench, leaving the door open and moving to the next machine to open that one. Who knows how many pairs of clothing she'll find before her own, but she's intent on trying them all. Although— someone else is in the room with her? Either just entering, or just noticed, it doesn't matter. She glances over, straightening herself and speaking softly. )

Faust is currently missing her jacket. Should you locate one in your laundry, Faust requests that you return it to her immediately.

( Maybe some of the clothes (wet or not, by the way) she's just kind of dropping all over are yours, though...? )

( ooc. open to anything else, of course! Faust doesn't talk much for top level situations, but I swear she'll say plenty and you'll probably hate it when she does speak. feel free to PM me or ask if you want a personalized set up, I'm just now catching up with things so perfect timing on this TDM. ♥ )