Natalie's Office, The Hegemony Compound, Brazil, Thursday Morning

It said some probably positive things about Natalie's character that it took her a while to notice anything was off, simply because... nothing was. Maybe it was because she didn't use very many words to begin with. Easier to stay truthful that way.

Of course, that was until she was on the phone with someone in France. And said something a lot more direct than she'd meant to. She knew herself, so she knew it probably wasn't her level of stress right now. And after apologizing, when she was saying her goodbyes and the other party wished she would have a good rest of the day, and she replied with "I don't know about that, something seems off"? Well, something started to feel way off. Something... Fandom-y.

And she was pretty sure she knew what it was. A simple test was in order. She picked up a red pen off her desk. 'This pen is blue' was a simple phrase, right? Nothing she should struggle with, if things were good and not strange at all.

She went to say it, softly, to herself.

"This pen is red."

Well, shit.

[ooc: NFB, but open for all of the usual stuff! Massive SP warning until my afternoon, but I wanted to get this post up before I head to school.]