#i wouldn't say that sept's body is explicitly described here

[the-haunted-office]

September had only just found herself in the strange dimension full of rainbow swirling clouds, staircases with Thursdays walking them, and no gravity, when the metaphorical shit hit the metaphysical fan.

She had barely even gotten to orient herself when it all went down - somehow literally and not literally at the same time, as this place was sort of like the In-between in that it had no real sense of up and down, so at least she was used to that much.

Oleander was floating around in the gelatinous mass of her, buzzing away at her through their currently chosen vessel - i.e. her mobile phone - doing this combination of yelling at her for her earlier remark and drilling her with question after question about what she was seeing, where they were, what was happening, had she found Thursday yet.

She had only just scrabbled onto the nearest surface with all seventeen of her arms and legs, which turned out to be this incredibly - if not infinitely - long (or tall, depending on which way you looked at it) brick tower and started climbing it in search of Thursday, when the whole thing shook. Like someone had grabbed it and rattled it like a toy, only she couldn't see who might have done it.

She'd grabbed onto it, all arms and legs wrapping tightly against it and claws digging into the stone, anchoring her, worried she might fall, even knowing she wouldn't because she'd already discovered there was no gravity.

Oleander had begun screaming at her - she knew this even though they had no voice because their messages were coming through her phone in all capital letters. WHAT WAS THAT! WHAT HAPPENED?! SEPTEMBER, WHAT IS GOING ON?! TALK TO ME NOW! WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING ME! I WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING! DID YOU FIND HER?

She couldn't even focus on responding to them, even though some of her eyes floating around in there with Oleander were reading their messages for her, because she was too focused not only on holding onto the swaying tower, but also on what was happening up above. Or below. Or- whichever direction she was facing.

It was so far away that at first she couldn't really tell what she was seeing. But then, as whatever it was she was seeing began to get closer- no, bigger- no, closer?- no, just... more of itself? she couldn't tell, it was impossible, it was just- filling the world- whatever it was she was seeing began to fill her world and the world around her and she didn't know how to describe it. She was seeing it, she was seeing it with all of her eyes, and she couldn't describe it.

It was like... if she had to put some words to it... colors. Unimaginable colors, and unknowable shapes, all bending in on themselves, then refracting, twisting, bending, expanding, contracting, curling, unfurling, stretching out, reaching, filling, seeping, creeping, contorting, winding, twirling, whirling, spiraling. Endlessly. It had no end. It had no beginning. It just kept going. As long as she kept looking, it kept going, and it was both... somehow both... maddening and soothing. So many contradictions, she didn't know if she could stand it.

Apparently she couldn't, because at some point she'd either let go of the tower. Either she had let go of it or it had crumbled to pieces and let go of her. Either way, she was falling away from it. Despite there being no gravity, she was falling away from the tower, falling, falling, falling, her eyes, all of them, glued to that maddening, beautiful thing she couldn't look away from, filling her world, Oleander still screaming at her in all caps-

SEPTEMBER ANSWER ME ANSWER ME TALK TO ME WHAT IS GOING ON PLEASE TELL ME SOMETHING

-and then with an unceremonious splop! she lands back on the floor of the Office, apparently on top of Doomsday, because she immediately begins flailing beneath her and complaining.

But September doesn't notice. For several seconds she doesn't notice, because her eyes are still staring, still seeing that thing, filling her world, filling the whole world, spiraling everywhere.