(no subject)
[OOM: Less than an hour previous.]
X slips through the front door, uniform torn and punctured in multiple places, drying blood staining the grey and black material. She doesn't pause to take off her mask, just heads for her room upstairs.
Twenty minutes later, hair damp and feet bare, she returns to the bar proper. There is no sign that she was ever injured at all. And a few moments after she has settled in a corner booth, legs tucked up underneath her, a waitrat stops by with soup, a sandwich, and a root beer float.
X makes no objection. That would be stupid. And she is hungry.
X slips through the front door, uniform torn and punctured in multiple places, drying blood staining the grey and black material. She doesn't pause to take off her mask, just heads for her room upstairs.
Twenty minutes later, hair damp and feet bare, she returns to the bar proper. There is no sign that she was ever injured at all. And a few moments after she has settled in a corner booth, legs tucked up underneath her, a waitrat stops by with soup, a sandwich, and a root beer float.
X makes no objection. That would be stupid. And she is hungry.