Room 229, Tuesday Evening
There were a lot of things that Gert was too stubborn to do. Trying to train Old Lace out of accidentally scratching her when Gert rubbed her belly was one. Getting a newer iPod that didn't have real buttons and the rolling wheel in the middle was another. But the one that caused her the most irritation on a regular basis was her refusal to refrain from reading Internet news article comments. Painful or not, whenever she read the news and there was a comments section attached, Gert felt like she had to read every single one.
Her door was cracked, and that was as close as she was going to come for pleading for a distraction, but otherwise she was just going to be making a grossed-out face as she scrolled through the comments on a Huffington Post article that had attracted so much vitriol in the comments section that she couldn't even remember what the article itself was about. Ugh.
[[method RP? who, me? door/post open.]]
Her door was cracked, and that was as close as she was going to come for pleading for a distraction, but otherwise she was just going to be making a grossed-out face as she scrolled through the comments on a Huffington Post article that had attracted so much vitriol in the comments section that she couldn't even remember what the article itself was about. Ugh.
[[method RP? who, me? door/post open.]]