seriesofbaddecisions | Room 210- Wednesday afternoon

Sabine didn't talk about home much, so it'd probably be easy to think she didn't get homesick. But she'd been stuck here since May, she'd been bored and restless for months, and she didn't actually think she'd be getting to any version of home anytime soon, and it was getting to her.

Every once in a while she checked the Portalocity app to see if her universe was on there yet. She did it less these days, because it got disappointing when it wasn't. She didn't even have anywhere to really go if she could go back, but she'd like to know it was an option. So today was a day to pull up the app on her phone and check.

And nothing. Still. Fine.

Rather than being upset about it, she put her phone down and started laying down the tarps in the room. Months ago she'd painted her desk a bright pink, and then left it unfinished, because she'd turned into a bird and it had felt a little bit cursed ever since. She'd been in a similar mood when she started that project, though, and today she wanted to finish it, and if she turned into a bird again then at least she'd have a different problem for a few days.

Spoiler: she wasn't turning into a bird today. But she would work the motif into the desk once she'd finished the pink.

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Astrid snorted, a faint laugh. She gave the wall a lingering sort of look, then shook her head before diving into the bags to pull some of her purchases out. "Inspiration's weird, I guess," she said. "I've been wanting to do something different since I got back, but couldn't think of anything. Then I thought, after the start of my week, I'd pretty much be stuck forever, but then today...there it was. And now I know."

Nothing that she'd pulled out of the bags seemed to indicate it much, though, pretty basic stuff.

Well, except the bag of pinwheels.

She held it up. "Maybe I can even get extra credit in this semester's art class with this one."

"I can't wait to see what you're going to do with that," Sabine said, genuinely.

"And here I was worried it might get annoying," Astrid was relieved for a moment. "How they might catch in the light, or something like that; some of them are a little shiny. But I guess it's not like there's a lot of drafts that'll turn them too much, not unless we've got the windows open too busy to care."

She left the pinwheels for the moment, going over to move her bed away from the wall enough to give her more space.

"Decided to start in on that desk again?"

"It was starting to look boring being unfinished," Sabine said, starting again spraying the side of the desk. "If I turn into a bird again though, it's going out the window."

It was not.

"To think," mused Astrid, with a thoughtful tilt of her head, before tarping up the bed, "we were thinking it was just the island, but it was that desk the whole time."

"We don't know that for sure yet. Give it an hour, see if I'm still human."

Even Sabine wasn't sure if she was kidding or not.

"I hope you still are," Astrid said, with sincere emphasis, before going in for the whitewash to cover the last masterpiece on the wall. "Not that you weren't fine as a bird, but I like you better the way you are. At least this time, though, I'll actually know it's you, too."

She still felt a little embarrassed about that; it was wild, really, all of a sudden thinking how much had changed since then, and how much she'd managed to embrace, even though it still felt like she was going crazy around here sometimes.

"And you won't try to shoo me out into the cold?" she asked teasingly.

"You were a bird!" Astrid protested, but she laughed. "An actual bird! I thought you'd want to, you know...fly! Be free! Like birds should.

"I could have just thrown you out, you know, but I was trying to be nice."

"You could have tried to throw me out," Sabine grinned. "I don't think you'd like getting pecked by a Mandalorian bird."

She was sleeping in her own bed!

...On her own bed, really!

All the more reason to get rid of it! What kind of roommate would she be, letting strange birds sleep on Sabine's bed?

On Sabine's bed.

"No," Astrid agreed, "I don't think I would, either. And that probably would have made things even more awkward once you turned back."

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"I don't know, that was pretty awkward," Sabine said, grimacing. "If otbever happens again, maybe I should just hide out in the warehouse. Safely. Alone."

Where she could keep clothes.

"We'll keep a birdcage around," said Astrid. One they could decorate. Of course. "So if you're here, and you've turned into a bird again, I'll take you down there myself."

With the whitewash ready, she started in on smearing it on the walls. "I wonder if I'll ever turn into an animal," she mused. "Or what I'd even be. It's hard to even think about something like that, though. It had to just have been...strange."

"Parts of it were fun. I liked the flying part. It got old fast, and then I missed having thumbs," Sabine said. "I'm hopeful that it keeps me from turning into anything else weird."

Hahahahahahaha cute.

"Only thing I've gotten, other than the gremlin bite," which didn't count because Astrid was still herself, she just didn't realize it, "was that weekend I was a kid, but that was clearly a lot of other people, too, almost like a mass hallucination. That was pretty weird. But how much weirder could it get?"

Adorable. They were both just so. Adorable.

"I'm not sure we want to put that question out there," Sabine said after a moment.

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