Room 1 [late Tuesday afternoon]
Celia had stopped to get coffee for herself and Eleanor on the way home from work, and had been perhaps a touch creative in her order -- there was more caramel and whipped cream in both drinks than actual coffee, but she didn't much care. The day was dreary enough to warrant both a hot drink and a treat.
She'd set the drinks down on her nightstand when she'd come in, padding off to the bathroom to fuss with her hair in the mirror for a moment. When she returned and took a sip of the one marked with a big 'C,' though, she'd nearly spat it out.
"How are you cold already?" she wondered, wrinkling her nose as she touched her fingertips to the cup to warm it back up. She gave Eleanor's the same treatment before checking hers again and finding it lukewarm.
Maybe an iced coffee would have to do, but she was less perturbed by that than by the fact that it shouldn't be so cold so quickly. This house gave her the chills, and now the uneasiness was prevalent in her room, rather than just the common room of bizarrely-changing television channels.
Ugh.
[open door and post with the usual I'm-at-work-so-SP caveat!]
She'd set the drinks down on her nightstand when she'd come in, padding off to the bathroom to fuss with her hair in the mirror for a moment. When she returned and took a sip of the one marked with a big 'C,' though, she'd nearly spat it out.
"How are you cold already?" she wondered, wrinkling her nose as she touched her fingertips to the cup to warm it back up. She gave Eleanor's the same treatment before checking hers again and finding it lukewarm.
Maybe an iced coffee would have to do, but she was less perturbed by that than by the fact that it shouldn't be so cold so quickly. This house gave her the chills, and now the uneasiness was prevalent in her room, rather than just the common room of bizarrely-changing television channels.
Ugh.
[open door and post with the usual I'm-at-work-so-SP caveat!]