[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

You decide to put the pamphlet down for now, hopping off of the bed and heading for the bathroom. Just as you thought you saw from your quick glance earlier, there’s a mirror over the sink, and you actually can get a good look at yourself.

The outfit fits you well, better than you would have assumed for something secondhand…but something tells you that’s just how things work here, just like eating or pretending or any of it. Even the boots managed to fit your flippers, stretching around them effortlessly. There’s something about it that exudes a powerful energy as well- you feel strong in something like this, dark and lacey and…commanding, a little bit? But not in a weird way, just…you felt like you looked like someone not to mess with, and you like that. Even with the ruffles of your shirt, your cute poncho capelet and your apparent newbie energy, you feel like with time, you’ll be able to pull off a look of confidence and strength. If you stuck around here, people were going to respect you and whatever boundaries you set, and you did not plan on getting hurt like before again.

Your thoughts flash back to the immediate rage you woke up with, and your…need for some kind of revenge mission. You haven’t forgotten about that, not one bit…but it was nice to have something to keep it from overtaking you entirely. You still feel something bitter lurking deep down, but you’ve met kind people now…and you might be able to start getting answers about your memories, too. Not bad for a first day in a new world.

You strip down from your extremely cool outfit and decide to go ahead and take a shower, curious about how the water will feel.

Immediately, as soon as the water hits you, it does not disappoint. The feeling of comfort that literally seems to wash over you as the cold water pours on your head is amazing, and it takes every fiber of composure in your body not to start splashing around. Oh god, you actually needed this, so badly. You don’t even know what you’d do if you had access to a bath or god forbid a pool- were water toys like yourself really so susceptible to comfort from this?

It’s something to ask someone about at least, but for now, you enjoy your shower immensely. 

Feeling refreshed after you hop out and towel on, you gear up again and take one last look in the mirror before heading out- you’ve still got around ten minutes according to your fob’s countdown, but you want to get a head start on this meetup.

Locking your door behind you, the halls stretch on for far less time on your way over to the bar. Whatever forces dictate this, they’re on your side.

The bar’s in full swing now, the clock on the wall saying that it was about to be 10 PM. There’s no one on stage, but there’s a sign saying that some kind of show was due to come on at 10:30. You just kind of stand there for a few moments, relieved when you see Vine heading out of the kitchen, her apron slung over her arm and a warm, heavily embroidered sweater on instead. She waves back, gesturing for you to come closer and meet her at the bar.

It takes a bit of scooting around people, but you make your way over and hop up on a stool, Katie giving you a kind look as you do. Vine seems exhausted but satisfied with her day’s work, judging by the look in her eyes.

VINE: You’re right on time, Ribbon.
POLKA DOT: I guess I try to be punctual.
VINE: Good habit to get into, especially if you’re going to be working here more.
VINE: How’d you like your room? Enough to want to stay more nights?
 

A bit of small talk wouldn’t hurt, but you’re still really curious about that Store place…