The Laundry Room, Monday Afternoon
Natalie was feeling uneasy about the weekend for reasons she didn't want to dwell on. She wasn't going to hide, though, as much as she maybe would've liked to. No, she was going to get out of her room and be productive. Hence, laundry. The machines had been giving her trouble all last week, so she'd been washing what she needed by hand, but the trouble couldn't be going on anymore, could it? No. She'd decided it couldn't.
So, when she got down to the laundry room and couldn't get any of the machines to even open for her, she was pretty damn displeased. So displeased, in fact, that in an uncharacteristic fit of annoyance, she gave one of the machines a firm, precise kick. Not enough to really break anything. Just enough to make the door pop open.
Except that it did absolutely nothing. The machine did not open. It mocked her, just by being there and acting useless. So she was going to stand there, fuming, with her arms crossed, and see if she could intimidate it into cooperating.
[ooc: Oh so open.]
So, when she got down to the laundry room and couldn't get any of the machines to even open for her, she was pretty damn displeased. So displeased, in fact, that in an uncharacteristic fit of annoyance, she gave one of the machines a firm, precise kick. Not enough to really break anything. Just enough to make the door pop open.
Except that it did absolutely nothing. The machine did not open. It mocked her, just by being there and acting useless. So she was going to stand there, fuming, with her arms crossed, and see if she could intimidate it into cooperating.
[ooc: Oh so open.]