12-21-2021, 01:32 AM
You try to clear your head and focus on what’s been going on, because god, there is a lot. As much as you hate to admit it, you should probably reflect on that dream of yours…both the part that you’re pretty sure was your memories, and the weird premonition. You can’t help but wonder if Vine knows anything about the whole future vision thing, and whether this is normal…
You also need to go get that room number before you leave so you can report those assholes, because you are definitely going to try and get them in trouble for what they did to the robot toy. If Laurie doesn’t tolerate that shit, neither would you.
And then there was considering what to do after work…
You stare into the water, your reflection staring back.
…fuck it.
You pull your feet out of the water and start stripping off your clothes, trying to justify what you’re about to do to yourself. You were just gonna bob around in the water, all…rubber duck-like. You’re not going swimming, not really, and you just took a shower anyway. No weird residue or grime at all, it’d be fine. Totally fine.
Once you’re free of clothing, you step carefully into the pool, absolutely delighted as the chilled water takes you in. Before long, you’re bobbing in the water, your body naturally able to float. It feels…so right. So perfect. So-
The door opens, and you freeze. So does the staff member face to face with you, carrying a box labelled “SWIMSUIT RENTALS”.
…a very familiar staff member, skulls along her arms.
You also need to go get that room number before you leave so you can report those assholes, because you are definitely going to try and get them in trouble for what they did to the robot toy. If Laurie doesn’t tolerate that shit, neither would you.
And then there was considering what to do after work…
You stare into the water, your reflection staring back.
…fuck it.
You pull your feet out of the water and start stripping off your clothes, trying to justify what you’re about to do to yourself. You were just gonna bob around in the water, all…rubber duck-like. You’re not going swimming, not really, and you just took a shower anyway. No weird residue or grime at all, it’d be fine. Totally fine.
Once you’re free of clothing, you step carefully into the pool, absolutely delighted as the chilled water takes you in. Before long, you’re bobbing in the water, your body naturally able to float. It feels…so right. So perfect. So-
The door opens, and you freeze. So does the staff member face to face with you, carrying a box labelled “SWIMSUIT RENTALS”.
…a very familiar staff member, skulls along her arms.
WILLOW: …um.