Living Amid the Myths

Hi. I'm afraid I must have gotten turned around somehow. I'm here in a really large library when I should be at the police station. And I... don't seem to be dressed quite appropriately for consulting - not that the police aren't expecting eccentricity when they finally get desperate enough to call in a psychic.

And... wow. Now that I stop to listen? This whole place seems... not quite normal.

Anyone around who can give a girl a hand?




[OOC: As 4 year old Rain talked her mother into going away to the beach when her father had to go out of town on a business trip. Thus, her mother never died, Rain was raised in a happy stable household, learned to develop her gifts with the help of her Lakota grandmother and a few others, and currently works as a psychic consultant for a number of police departments. She's not broken anymore. Oh, and yeah, her name isn't Rain.]