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damned_institute2011-12-08 08:59 am
slay) wrote in damned_institute2011-12-08 08:59 am
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DAY 60: GIRLS' BATHROOM
Talking to Rapunzel had preeeetty much sealed the whole Buffy needing a minute to be process-y gal deal. The fact that this place went all Hellraiser when the lights went out wasn't something worthy of rejoice, that was for sure. So, when the intercom crackled to life and signaled another change of activities (she was starting to get an idea of how this place ran by now), she quickly caught up with a nurse and excused herself to the bathroom.
New as she was, she was led back to where the ladies' room was, slipping into a stall and taking a minute to just breathe. She'd take five, figure out a plan to deal with this, and then take advantage of her free lunch. Well, less free, more at the low-low-cost of her freedom and self-agency. What a swell deal.
After using the bathroom, she slipped back out of the stall to wash her hands, splashing some of the water on her face, and then grabbing a paper towel to clean it off with. As she wiped the droplets away, she cringed at the mirror.
Yep. This was real all right. Which, all things considered, was kind of a slap in the face, track record-wise. I mean, getting stuck in an asylum once and having to determine that it wasn't real (which it wasn't) and then, just six short months later, getting stuck in one that very much is?
[ Spider-Man ]
New as she was, she was led back to where the ladies' room was, slipping into a stall and taking a minute to just breathe. She'd take five, figure out a plan to deal with this, and then take advantage of her free lunch. Well, less free, more at the low-low-cost of her freedom and self-agency. What a swell deal.
After using the bathroom, she slipped back out of the stall to wash her hands, splashing some of the water on her face, and then grabbing a paper towel to clean it off with. As she wiped the droplets away, she cringed at the mirror.
Yep. This was real all right. Which, all things considered, was kind of a slap in the face, track record-wise. I mean, getting stuck in an asylum once and having to determine that it wasn't real (which it wasn't) and then, just six short months later, getting stuck in one that very much is?
[ Spider-Man ]
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But the fact of the matter was that not being in the cafeteria for lunch today meant that keeping it clean was twice as hard. He'd gotten enough mayo on his fingers by the time he was finished that wiping it on his pants was not an option. He'd be that guy with the glob of mayo on his butt for the rest of the day and that, he would not stand for. So he quietly dodged the nurse and hunted for a bathroom nearby, ducking into the first signed door he saw.
...There were no urinals. Peter frowned at the scene. Not that he needed to use one, but shouldn't that be a staple?
And then a lady walked out of a stall andaal;kjf;lkajirehuiqhkjsjas
"Buffy?"
The sound was a squeak. He stood motionless at the door, hands raised with a dollop of mayo and mustard spread across his fingers and staring down the very first woman he had ever loved. On television.
Humiliation was a slow runner today, but it sprinted up and slammed into him just in time to give him the world's greatest case of tomato face and the jarring realization that he had, essentially, just punched her fourth wall. He shouldn't know her name.
He also shouldn't be in the women's bathroom. His throat produced a sound biologists could scarcely attribute to a human being, and he was scrambling out the door.
[RUN AWAY. RUN AWAY.]