early morning, 218
Sharon drifted awake and groaned. The floor was hard.
...wait.
Why was she on the floor? Her brain tried to process this question, a request for information it didn't exactly seem to want her to have access to.
Unabled to get the answer, she dragged herself into a sitting position and groaned while rubbing her eyes. A hand through her hair made her stop and she pulled it back, frowning at the sugar coating her fingers. Touching her hair more made her wince as the dried sugary bits in it pulled. Not to mention all of the tangles.
Sharon groaned again and realized her entire body felt rather sticky and covered in goop. When the frak had she had a shower last?
Better not to answer that, she decided, as some of the memories of the weekend began to filter back.
Better still not to ask the last time she'd had real food.
Eyeing the pink pyjamas she still wore, she dragged herself to her feet, located her toiletries and decamped for the shower. Clean would be good. Then fed. Then she could come back and hide under the bed in the hope no one would remember she existed. Yep.
[ooc: off to work]
...wait.
Why was she on the floor? Her brain tried to process this question, a request for information it didn't exactly seem to want her to have access to.
Unabled to get the answer, she dragged herself into a sitting position and groaned while rubbing her eyes. A hand through her hair made her stop and she pulled it back, frowning at the sugar coating her fingers. Touching her hair more made her wince as the dried sugary bits in it pulled. Not to mention all of the tangles.
Sharon groaned again and realized her entire body felt rather sticky and covered in goop. When the frak had she had a shower last?
Better not to answer that, she decided, as some of the memories of the weekend began to filter back.
Better still not to ask the last time she'd had real food.
Eyeing the pink pyjamas she still wore, she dragged herself to her feet, located her toiletries and decamped for the shower. Clean would be good. Then fed. Then she could come back and hide under the bed in the hope no one would remember she existed. Yep.
[ooc: off to work]