
Your character is in an art gallery, examining paintings when suddenly he or she becomes dizzy. They discover themselves inside the painting, having to cope with whatever situation is depicted there.
Favourite shoes: Office
Favourite clothes: Betty Jackson
Attitude to tarot reading: for
Most feared object: spiders
Worst memory: the death of her father from a heart attack
God, its hot in here. Haven't they ever heard of air conditioning. Where is the curator, when I need him, this is ridiculous, I paid good money for this exhibition.
Oh, look at that. Bit, more cheerful than her usual efforts, let me get closer as there is no one around. Well, I really am, feeling most peculiar, there are colours flashing around me and what is that noise? Sounds like a bird.Hello, did you know that you look very much like Frida Kahlo?
Frida, raised her eyebrow, took a drag of her cigarette and said in a heavily accented voice, 'I would hope so'.
What's going on, where's the gallery, what is this hot dusty place, did I pass out. How did I get here?
'Well you did kind of appear out of nowhere. What exactly are you doing in my courtyard? Are you one of Deigo's floozys?'
'Good lord no, I'm a huge fan of yours, not so much a fan of Diego, although I do like a good mural. I'm not sure how I got here, I must have been overcome by the heat.'
'I'm not surprised, wearing all that black. Here, use that chair and I will go and get you some water.'
I sit in the chair, feeling sleepy, my eyelids close. 'Miss? Miss? Are you ok?' The curator is shaking me.
'Yes', I gasp. In the distance I can still hear the parrots.

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