☢ 02 ☢
[it's been dark out long enough for Tabby to wake up and finally take that shower that she so desperately needed, but it doesn't take up as much of her night as she'd hoped. There are still many hours left before sunrise, and she's antsy. It has been getting worse every night since her arrival, of course... she hasn't exactly gone proper hunting yet. Chalk it up to the fact that she expected to be home by now.
Really, she can't explain to herself why she's procrastinating, but she is. Loitering around the lobby and the kitchen, looking homeless and jittery and something like hungover.
Finally, she sits on the back of one of the couches and pulls out her journal, shaking out her freshly-cleaned hair and getting droplets of water all over the page]
Okay, so. Where is the punchline?
What are we supposed to be doing here? What... [grumbly growl sound] ...Doesn't this place have a point? What am I missing?
Really, she can't explain to herself why she's procrastinating, but she is. Loitering around the lobby and the kitchen, looking homeless and jittery and something like hungover.
Finally, she sits on the back of one of the couches and pulls out her journal, shaking out her freshly-cleaned hair and getting droplets of water all over the page]
Okay, so. Where is the punchline?
What are we supposed to be doing here? What... [grumbly growl sound] ...Doesn't this place have a point? What am I missing?