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All the crazies come out at Halloween, or at least that's how it's seemed to Sally Po. Were she a woman of less education, and with beliefs more firmly rooted in superstitious nonsense, she might even hazard the opinion that HQ were haunted, or at least that there were evil spirits following her for the majority of the day.
The bottom of the coffee carafe at work had shattered on the burner. The fire alarm had gone off while she was eating lunch. The firing range had been well and truly overcrowded when she'd gone down to relieve some stress. The elevator in her apartment building was under repair, necessitating a stair climb of 30-plus stories that, while not exactly physically taxing, had been extremely annoying and not what she had really needed.
Sally feels a brief moment of relief when she finds herself in Milliways. Now maybe she can finally relax and have dinner, a glass of wine or five, and recover from her day.
The relief is short-lived, and it in fact evaporates when Sally suddenly realises that she's burdened down by an excess of fabric, constricting undergarments, petticoats, and on the whole entirely too much clothing. There's even the sensation of something pinned onto her head, and she unconsciously tugs at the frilly lace encircling her throat while she looks down at herself.
It's definitely a look she recognises from pictures. She's even carrying a small lamp.
"Florence-bloody-Nightingale?"
Sally says a word the good nurse likely would never have uttered, then heads for the bar and a much-needed drink.
The bottom of the coffee carafe at work had shattered on the burner. The fire alarm had gone off while she was eating lunch. The firing range had been well and truly overcrowded when she'd gone down to relieve some stress. The elevator in her apartment building was under repair, necessitating a stair climb of 30-plus stories that, while not exactly physically taxing, had been extremely annoying and not what she had really needed.
Sally feels a brief moment of relief when she finds herself in Milliways. Now maybe she can finally relax and have dinner, a glass of wine or five, and recover from her day.
The relief is short-lived, and it in fact evaporates when Sally suddenly realises that she's burdened down by an excess of fabric, constricting undergarments, petticoats, and on the whole entirely too much clothing. There's even the sensation of something pinned onto her head, and she unconsciously tugs at the frilly lace encircling her throat while she looks down at herself.
It's definitely a look she recognises from pictures. She's even carrying a small lamp.
"Florence-bloody-Nightingale?"
Sally says a word the good nurse likely would never have uttered, then heads for the bar and a much-needed drink.