Room 210- Tuesday evening

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine had hit this spot here where she was just kind of bored and restless and not feeling like she was doing anything. Naturally this meant painting something, but she wasn't feeling particularly inspired there either right now, so she had decided to paint her desk a bright pink, and maybe it'd end up more covered in stuff when she was feeling it.

Look, no one had ever told her she couldn't.

She'd opened a window and turned on a fan, put a tarp down and pulled the desk away from the wall enough to be able to work, and was currently sitting on the floor with the sprayer. See, this at least felt better.


[For the roomie!]

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[white_oleander]

Astrid returned to the room after work with another plant in her arms; she'd wanted something blue to offset the white oleander on her bedside table, and she was in love with the pot she'd put it in, thinking of cutting up Xeroxed copies of her mother's poems into little butterflies to paste all over it.

A pop of color, maybe.

As if the room didn't already have enough of that. Especially now, walking through the door, and getting an eyeful of Sabine's latest project.

"Wow," she stated. "That...is pink."

Not that she necessarily disapproved, of course. Just...statement of...fact.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I've been in a vey pink place lately." As evidenced by her hair, and armor.

Sabine looked up and smiled a little. "I promise it'll be less obnoxious once I've done whatever else to it. Probably."

[white_oleander]

"It's not obnoxious," Astrid assured her with a faint smile back. It could be, if Sabine kept with the thread, bleeding bright pink over any surface that wouldn't move (and probably some that did) until they were wrapped up in a neon nightmare womb. She threw her backpack on her bed before joining it, then set the pot next to her other flower, adjusting it slightly.

"What else are you going to do with it? Or are you not sure yet? Do I have to wait and see?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"No idea. I just feel... off? Had to do something," Sabine said, shifting so she could work on the side on the desk better. "Apparently, something is this."

[white_oleander]

"Is that what a pink mood is, then?" Astrid mused, dropping to lie back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, still mostly untouched, still wishing there was an easier way for her to get at it. "Slightly off? I've definitely felt that," not here...here was extremely off, "but I think all my moods are blue. Just a constant shifting gradient of various shades of blue."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine opened her mouth to say no, and then considered it. She'd been thinking of it as being the furthest thing from the Empire that she could get, but it wasn't like she'd had any real idea of what she was doing since then.

"Maybe," she allowed. "Think you'll ever get to something like a nice purple?"

[white_oleander]

Astrid laughed, just a little. "Probably not," she said. "I'm too far gone. Closest I'll ever get's probably going to be periwinkle." She pushed herself up on her elbow, looking over at Sabine and her desk. "Maybe, between the two of use, we can manage a nice lilac in the middle, though."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"That would make a good hair color," Sabine said thoughtfully, and frowned. "Maybe I should take a break. I think the fumes are getting to me."

[white_oleander]

...now why hadn't Astrid thought of that? All the weirdness she'd been experiencing wasn't her slow decent into the madness that had already gripped most of the other people on the island; it was just too many paint fumes.

Well, at least it took the edge off nicely.

"You're going to start running out of colors soon," she said with a smirk.

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"I've still got plenty to go," Sabine assured her, pulling herself to her feet. "And then there are different combinations..."

She paused. Maybe it wasn't the fumes?

[white_oleander]

Astrid thought she noticed something with that pause, and she frowned.

"Sabine? You okay?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I think s-"

And then there was a little poof sound, and Sabine was gone, leaving a pile of clothes and armor where she'd been standing.

The pile was also moving a little.

[white_oleander]

"...Sabine?"

Astrid blinked. Quite a few times, really, tempted to almost comically bring her fists up to her eyes and rub them, because she had to be seeing things. There was no way the paint fumes could be so strong that she'd either imagined her roommate disappearing before her eyes or that her roommate had never been there in the first place, and Astrid had just hallucinated the entire conversation they were just having.

She gave a slightly suspicious glance over to the plant she'd brought home, and then looked at the pile of distinctly Sabine-esque pile of clothes and armor.

Which seemed to twitch.

"Oh, God," she murmured, looking around to see if there was something long like a yardstick close enough that she could reach it without having to get up, "what now? This is it. This has gotta be a threshold, Astrid, you're really fucking losing it now..."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

The pile moved some more, and kept going, until out from under the clothes peeked a little pink wren.

A little pink wren who was incredibly mad at her current bird-ness. Really? She couldn't even have teeth, or claws or something? She had to be a Mandalorian bird?

She chirped angrily. It was adorable.

[white_oleander]

If Astrid didn't know any better, she'd almost think...

...but she did know better. Or, at least, she thought she did, and there was an adorably angry bird hopping around in her room and that seemed a more immediate problem than her potentially disappearing roommate or fume-inspired hallucinations. Of course, the thought crossed her mind that the bird was her roommate, but, no, that was absurd. That was impossible. That was clearly the paint fumes talking.

Though there did seem to be a certain Sabine flair to it.

Astrid shook her head, trying to clear it, and cautiously got off the bed, edging closer to the bird to see what it might do when she did. Maybe if she could just get it out the window...but how did it even get there in the first place?

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Did you want to ge up at three am because a bird was pecking at the window to get back to her bed, Astrid? Did you?

She hopped around, wings flapping, chirping like she was asking for help. Okay, Astrid probably couldn't do anything about it either, but Sabine was a bird here, help.