Room 302, Wednesday Afternoon
Alana didn't know about sex pollen, but she had noticed that this week was unusually ... frustrating, and her workouts weren't taking the edge off at all.
And now, to top it off, she had a vid from Even, her new stepmother. (If you could call her that. The chick was barely five years older than Alana, and Alana was choosing to regard Even's existence in her home as the result of a persistent delusion on her father's part that was guaranteed to end any minute now, please.) Even was perky as ever, chirping out news about Alana's dad's latest trip for work and what the gossip mags were saying -- and oh, by the way, wasn't it so cool her school was having a parents weekend? She couldn't wait to visit, although Alana's dad was, of course, too busy with work. (But he sent his love, Even burbled.)
Alana clicked off the vid and dove for the D. Oswald Heist paperback she kept closest to her bed, flipping to find her place in the story almost frantically. Maybe that would give her something less completely nauseating to think about.
[OOC: Open post, cracked door.]
And now, to top it off, she had a vid from Even, her new stepmother. (If you could call her that. The chick was barely five years older than Alana, and Alana was choosing to regard Even's existence in her home as the result of a persistent delusion on her father's part that was guaranteed to end any minute now, please.) Even was perky as ever, chirping out news about Alana's dad's latest trip for work and what the gossip mags were saying -- and oh, by the way, wasn't it so cool her school was having a parents weekend? She couldn't wait to visit, although Alana's dad was, of course, too busy with work. (But he sent his love, Even burbled.)
Alana clicked off the vid and dove for the D. Oswald Heist paperback she kept closest to her bed, flipping to find her place in the story almost frantically. Maybe that would give her something less completely nauseating to think about.
[OOC: Open post, cracked door.]