Room 210- Saturday morning

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine was absolutely over this. She could deal well enough with the clothing disappearing- her armor hadn't counted and she'd managed to find a rash guard in a tree that meant she was at least about as covered up as she always was.

The real problem was that the weather was kind of killing all of her outlets this week. Her warehouse was too dark and stuffy to work, it was too hot for painting without a disaster, and it even felt too gross to sit and read without focusing on how gross it was. This was starting to result in her being too annoyed to try anything, and since she was up too early because it had been already too hot to sleep, she was sitting on her bed with her sketchbook and drawing the things she wanted to paint but wasn't about to chance right now.

It probably wasn't really helping.


[Door and post so, so open. This is probably your only day to ever get answers out of her, mwahaha.]

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

"That's a good plan," Sabine agreed, frowning. "There are reasons we don't talk about this."

[white_oleander]

"Exactly," said Astrid, in a rush, part relief and part just trying to get it out quick before anything else decided to come back with it, and she went to grab her bag. "Okay. Going. Before we both wind up like Pandora, opening a box we can't so easily close again..."

Her legs seemed to forget how to move for a second, though, but she got them started and headed toward the door, for once glad that all her her issues and unspoken truths were all far too complicated to be blurted out in a matter of seconds on the way to an escape.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I should probably leave by the time you come back."

GIRLS. This was bad.

[white_oleander]

"It's fine," Astrid said hurriedly at the door, shaking her head. "I'll just be gone for a while. I'm good at that, I can just come back late."

Because being truthful about your ability to avoid things you didn't want to be truthful about was still a form of truth, apparently.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Thank you," Sabine said, nodding, and hating this whole day.

[white_oleander]

"You're...welcome," said Astrid, like she didn't know what else to say, like she was afraid of what else she might say, but, of course, she still said something else anyway. "And I'm...sorry. Again. I just...don't...want to bother you with...anything. Ever."

And that was clearly enough to show Astrid that this wasn't going to stop unless she physically removed herself from the situation, so she set to do just that, going through the door and hurrying down the hallway as quick as she could without actually just runnning.