Because it's laundry day for everyone!
Characters: Emma Pillsbury and you! And you! You, too.
Setting/Location: Laundry room
Date & Time: Day 4, late morning
Warnings: None so far, unless someone decides to walk in naked
Summary: Emma is going to get a basin all to herself, dammit!
Today was the day that Emma Pillsbury took control.
Maybe.
She'd tried to put this off as long as she could, but there was no way to any longer. In retrospect, she wished that in Sleepywoods she'd decided to rack up on clothes as much as she had hygiene supplies--too late for that now, though. In any case, her outfit stock was nearly zero and what wasn't clean needed to get that way. And as scary as the pink laundry incident had been, she couldn't let it deter her. She couldn't let anything deter her.
Because she was taking control!
It wasn't as early in the day as she wanted it to be--the idea of being stuck in front of a river and disappearing people threw her off for a few hours--but hopefully she wouldn't run into trouble. For a long while, she stared at the door to the laundry room, building up her courage. She clutched her neatly folded dirty clothes tightly, silently encouraging herself. No hesitation. Move on instinct. Don't over think. Don't give up. All that Lightning had told her on the network echoed through her head. After taking a deep breath, she finally stepped inside and shuffled to an area furthest from the entrance.
One of those basins was going to be hers, no matter what.
Setting/Location: Laundry room
Date & Time: Day 4, late morning
Warnings: None so far, unless someone decides to walk in naked
Summary: Emma is going to get a basin all to herself, dammit!
Today was the day that Emma Pillsbury took control.
Maybe.
She'd tried to put this off as long as she could, but there was no way to any longer. In retrospect, she wished that in Sleepywoods she'd decided to rack up on clothes as much as she had hygiene supplies--too late for that now, though. In any case, her outfit stock was nearly zero and what wasn't clean needed to get that way. And as scary as the pink laundry incident had been, she couldn't let it deter her. She couldn't let anything deter her.
Because she was taking control!
It wasn't as early in the day as she wanted it to be--the idea of being stuck in front of a river and disappearing people threw her off for a few hours--but hopefully she wouldn't run into trouble. For a long while, she stared at the door to the laundry room, building up her courage. She clutched her neatly folded dirty clothes tightly, silently encouraging herself. No hesitation. Move on instinct. Don't over think. Don't give up. All that Lightning had told her on the network echoed through her head. After taking a deep breath, she finally stepped inside and shuffled to an area furthest from the entrance.
One of those basins was going to be hers, no matter what.