[ Seraphine is in fact waking up and feeling it in her bones. What is "it" in this instance? Only Imagine Dragons and her throbbing headache know, as she sits up in bed to look around at this new cabin. New place? That's fine. Keep cool, Sera, you can figure things out. What were you doing last night? There wasn't any parties or riots or... hm.

She mutters a few affirmations to herself as she pokes her head out the door, looking down the hallway sheepishly for a moment before she tries to catch someone's attention. She gives her best smile, only slightly lopsided to convey her nervousness. ]

Excuse me, um... where... are we? Sorry if that's a weird question, I just don't remember falling asleep here!

[ This certainly isn't the first time she's been given a "you're on your own, good luck" sort of spiel. But it's the first time the person who was giving it to her seemed so frazzled. Or maybe "frazzled" isn't the right word. She can't really tell at the moment. None of the songs around her were making much sense to her, but she's going to blame that on the tension she feels right about now.

But despite her own nerves, she extends her hand out towards Friday in some attempt to stop her. ]

Do you need help...? I don't mind doing a bit of this work.

[ The first time Seraphine hears the chandelier clatter to the ground, she immediately goes to investigate. The singing has goosebumps trailing up her arms as she does her best to make sure no one's gotten hurt, but... everything seems to be okay? And then, just like that, the chandelier just starts... moving? Then disappearing. And that voice- that song. She hears it so clearly. Thus, she starts heading for it instantly once again. ]

a. [ And if you're caught in the same room as it, she'll frantically try to head for you to pull on your hand to get you out of the way. ]

b. [ Or, if she heads to a room that's empty, you'll catch her trying to sing back to the voice. It's probably a fruitless attempt, but if she can get this... voice to stop causing damage, she thinks the try is worth it. She's trying her best to listen for the emotion in the voice -- something she's usually so good at, yet struggling with ever since arriving on the ship. Nerves, she convinces herself. It's just nerves. She does her best to harmonize with the childish song, and sing with it, rather than over it. ]

And all this time,
we fought so hard to swallow all our pride,
but the time has come for light to shine the way.
Your story will be told,
you will never be alone.

[ But, like, what is Halloween? Seraphine has to stand outside the store to stare at it blankly for a long time until someone comes around, to which she'll turn to them to ask. ] Did they misspell "Harrowing"? Are there things in there to stop the undead...?