Room 210- Wednesday morning

[seriesofbaddecisions]

As someone who kept a lot of stuff nice and repressed hidden, today was kind of Sabine's nightmare. In a way it was worse than truth say, because at least then the people around her either made themselves scarce or respected her boundaries enough not to take advantage. Today just meant she'd be minding her own business and suddenly have a crate marked "mommy issues" or whatever on it and she did not need that.

At a certain point she just began piling them up, the words on them carefully hidden facing her, and she set the tarps down before getting on the floor and painting the bags. At first she just used random colors and patterns, but after a while it seemed to be more like she was decorating them how they made her feel, which was a nice kind of catharsis if you were the kind of person to admit to that sort of thing.


[Been waiting for this since I wrote up my app tbh. Open!]

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[white_oleander]

"I can't believe I'm saying this," said Astrid, who had definitely taken note of the fact that there were multiple crates in this room with 'mommy issues' on it, but Astrid knew which ones were hers because they were actually filled with shoeboxes that seemed to be compartmentalized into other smaller issues that all fit neatly into the crate, none of them news to her, all of them making her wonder why shoeboxes, though?

"But I don't think there's enough paint in the world."

She and Sabine were definitely on the same page for how to manage this, though.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"There is, and I'm happy to prove it," Sabine said as she changed a color in her sprayer. "I wonder if the store here delivers...."

[white_oleander]

"T&C does," Astrid offered, "at least to the lobby, and I've got my discount..."

But she was all of a sudden feeling overwhelmed by all of this, plopping down on her bed and staring at the crate for a long moment before sighing and falling back, right onto a backpack conveniently marked 'emotional paralysis'.

The 'depression' suitcases should be arriving any minute, then...

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"How are you doing there?" Sabine asked, glancing up at her.

[white_oleander]

"Wondering if I just lay here and wait it out, if it'll all just pass and we can forget about it," Astrid murmured, staring up at the ceiling and feeling those suitcases added to the bed around her. "At least with this one, we can just not look at them or paint over them instead of the last time it did this and we couldn't avoid saying these sorts of things, right?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"They're pretty visible before the paint goes on," Sabine pointed out, glancing at a large trunk of abandonment issues she had to deal with still.

[white_oleander]

Oh, hey, Astrid had one of those, too! Only it was much, much smaller than she would have once expected it to be.

With that comment, Astrid sighed and pushed herself up again, glancing with exhaustion toward things like GUILT and REVENGE, reached for one that simply said MAE, and settled on the floor with her back against her MOTHER ISSUES crate.

She'd grabbed black paint, popped it open, smeared it over the word.

"I guess they're not going to paint over themselves, either," she said.

She wondered if doing this would only make them come back bigger and more obviously throughout the day, though.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Nope. You could skip the painting, but then it's still there."

And that was not a thing Sabine was letting happen! At least not without leaving the island for the day.

[white_oleander]

Astrid got about half-way through covering those three letters before she started to feel kind of bad about it, like she suddenly wasn't ready to paint over it, so she set that aside and considered the crate instead. Got up. Found some red paint and started to slather that onto the crate now.

Much better.

Even if now she was in full view of the CLAIRE suitcase she'd tried to just shove under the bed, but it wouldn't fit. It was long and big like an instrument case.

Like a coffin.

And she knew she and Sabine could have probably been there silently painting over their own issues all day if they needed to, but she felt a little uncomfortable about it, wondering if she should just leave her baggage behind and let Sabine have her own peace, though, really, it would probably just follow Astrid anyway...

"Why do you think it does stuff like this, anyway?" she ventured, instead, as if trying to make it seem reasonable would help.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"It's probably trying to make us deal with all of these things," Sabine said, as she said nope and added a swirl to her painting. "I don't think this is the way to do that."

The way, of course, was to annoy her enough in a lightsaber fight until she basically lost it and talked.