Sabine Wren

The longer her time as a bird went on, the more time Sabine spent on the Ghost, trying to avoid the embarrassment of changing back in public. Besides, she had a good setup here, including kindly provided finger paints, which was why the floor of her room was now covered in brightly covered bird tracks. It'd started out as an accident, but then she'd decided to see what kinds of patterns she could make just by running around on her tiny feet, which had been surprisingly fun. It was probably a good thing she changed back before she decided to start experimenting with wing splatter.

She'd turned back during the night, waking up relieved and fully human again. She'd avoided all awkwardness this time and was able to just get dressed in privacy, which she was extremely grateful for. Which also reminded her that she should send another letter to Astrid now that she had hands again.

And then she opened the door and poked her head into the hall, calling, "Hello?"


[Open for those who might be there!]

Nick gets married tomorrow! Yay! And then he gets married again this weekend! Long story!

This means that starting this afternoon and through Monday I'm going to be a crazy person who's afk a lot. There'll be a lot of time spent traveling and I'm at work for parts of it so I should still be able to ping into BDE stuff and the picnic (Though Clint will have modding rights to Kitty) and all but there may be some SP involved at times. Depends on whether I'm driving/social/whether I'm draining my phone taking pictures. So, bear with me, please.

Now to run to work for a half day where I'm already working overtime heeeeelp.

Vicky woke up (??) and had no idea where she was, except that it looked like a dorm room that had had paint vomited all over it.

For a brief moment she wondered if she'd started on the wrong end of a simulation, and then decided no, that would be the dumbest thing, and this must just be some new reboot. Which was also the dumbest thing, but one she'd agreed to go along with.

She got up, went to the closet, rifling through what was in there and deciding she hated it all. But that was okay. She was taking it as a challenge, and she was going to use this. Obviously her character-building would start with her clothes.

Even if she judged them.


[Sabine is now Vicky from the Good Place. So very open.]

There wasn't any immediate thought that something was wrong when Sabine woke up. It wasn't until she finally sat up after laying there for a while that she realized the room was covered in color. Which was not what she'd expected. Not that she knew what she'd expected. Also there seemed to be another bed?

She got out of bed and tried to be very quiet, going to the closet to see if there were clothes that weren't for sleep, and that was even more confusing.

What the hell.


[On some SP but open!]

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.

[Open door, open post!]

Sabine had had a busy day. She'd played around at the offices a little. Rescued the real true hatchet (sorry, Paris). Figured out the deal in Rosa's office (it was recon). Got an egg. Made sure the hatchet had enough time to dry for most of the night. And then, so late that it might as well be morning, she snuck out to go back to the offices. Or, to one specific office.

She could just show up to class with the hatchet and win... or she could show off. If anyone found it between now and class, it still literally had her name on it. So, why not take a chance and make a super show-offy statement while also testing herself?

She made sure the hatchet was safely strapped to her back and got the door open, and said, "This is going to be fun."


[NFI, and NFB, me.]

After all the carnival stuff, and then preparing for tomorrow, Sabine still had some paint left over and an idea in her head. So late enough, when she was sure no one would be around, she made her way down to the teachers' offices, jimmied the lock on one door (thanks, Rosa!), and slipped inside.

And then, she got to work on the back side of the door.


[All done with permission, and NFB! Honestly she'd have done this even without the Final Destination prompt.]

Sabine really had more than enough reasons to decide that she was fine on her own, that she didn't need other people, but apparently when her roommate was going through some things, it bothered her. It wasn't anything she was equipped to help with, and Astrid wasn't someone she wanted to push, but luckily they spoke the same language.

Which was how a gift card to the art store ended up on Astrid's desk with a note reading Make what you want with the stuff you want. Art was catharsis.

And then she tried to sneak out, because surprises were surprises and she wasn't doing this for a reaction.


[Open if anyone wants to catch her on the way out, or if the roommie wants to see her present!]

Sabine was really very tired of being a bird. Sure, flying was cool, and she'd still actually gotten some painting in, but she missed speaking, and thumbs, and her armor, and food. Also, she was kinda side eyeing her roommate pretty hard. Mostly, she just wanted to be herself again.

And just like that, one minute she was hopping around on a half-painted bright pink desk, and the next, she was Sabine again, with decidedly fewer clothes than she'd started out with. She yelled, and rushed to find her clothes- the dorms were quiet, no one would pick that moment to come to the door, right?- trying to them on as fast as humanly possible.

Real cute, Fandom.


[Open, ofc, with possible work slowness!]

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!]

When your last school had been the Imperial Academy, it was still weird to be going somewhere that left you with three days off from classes during the week, with one of those days being spent in competition for a singing toy fish. It did give Sabine time in her warehouse, though, which already had some scattered graffiti around, and she'd spent enough time setting things up so it was at least the start of what she wanted.

It was also very quiet, though, and so she decided to change that by testing some things out.

So it was possible that if you were in the area you might hear a couple very small explosions from inside the warehouse with the firebird on the door. But just a couple, because her resources were limited until she found connections here. But, the place had some interesting splatter art now!

[Can be open! Might wanna knock, though!]

Sabine was in some form of hell, she was sure of it.

( She was still pretty new to bounty hunting on her own, so it wasn't too shocking when she got into a bad situation without backup. )


[Anytime I can make it Portalocity's fault, I will. NFB, NFI.]

“This is Sabine. Do your thing.”

*beep*