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Over the course of the last few weeks, Britta hadn't quite managed to get used to the new landscape. Snow was one thing, snow she could handle, but the houses right out of Dr. Seuss, the complete lack of straight edges (everything was so fucking curved, she couldn't get used to it), the random moose, all of it, it was a little too much for her. It was constant holiday spirit, although she had to be sort of grateful for the lack of obsessive Christian agenda behind it (even if it just made her notice Shirley's absence all the more). She'd thought it would die down after Christmas, but nothing had changed.
That included the clothes box's idea of a wardrobe. Well, it had apparently grown even more ridiculous with the change in the weather, but it certainly hadn't improved any. It wasn't her fault she was relegated to wearing sweaters with reindeer on them if she wanted to stay warm, but she really regretted - for more reasons than the usual - arriving here from that horrible dance.
In the Compound kitchen, she loosened her scarf and pulled it off, draping it on the counter as she poured herself a cup of coffee. It was just her luck, though, that as she grabbed it and turned abruptly around to find a seat and then food, she slammed right into a skinny stranger. She gasped loudly, stumbling back, wearing the majority of the erstwhile contents of her cup, and looked up again. "I... am so sorry."
That included the clothes box's idea of a wardrobe. Well, it had apparently grown even more ridiculous with the change in the weather, but it certainly hadn't improved any. It wasn't her fault she was relegated to wearing sweaters with reindeer on them if she wanted to stay warm, but she really regretted - for more reasons than the usual - arriving here from that horrible dance.
In the Compound kitchen, she loosened her scarf and pulled it off, draping it on the counter as she poured herself a cup of coffee. It was just her luck, though, that as she grabbed it and turned abruptly around to find a seat and then food, she slammed right into a skinny stranger. She gasped loudly, stumbling back, wearing the majority of the erstwhile contents of her cup, and looked up again. "I... am so sorry."