Room 513 of Different International Relations (The Closet); Early Saturday Evening [ 09/19 ].
So it was just T-minus about half an hour until the ice cream date with Zack and Turtle was just a ball of excitement and eagerness up until about now. She supposed this was another warning against the risk of being too girly when it came to these things; she wouldn't be in this pickle at all if she hadn't gone into the closet to change into something different, feeling unsure about her first choice.
Into the closet, around the file boxes, and then...in a missing dimension somewhere in between the file boxes and her clothes.
It was all darkness there, with the occasional strip of florescent light sliding by, but it was definitely not the closet of 513 anymore. Of course Turtle knew exactly what was going on. It had happened to Jeff how many times? But there were no rulers or chocolate, just a lot of nothingness and not the slightest clue of how to get back.
Which was bad. She had a date!
Had being the key word. Sighing and all her energy instantly drained, Turtle at least had her phone so, pouting petulantly at the darkness, she could make a phone call and then set to the task of getting back.
"Your timing sucks, closet," she muttered. "Really, really sucks."
[[ Estaaaaablishy and NFI as she's stuck in a missing dimension. Turtle will be back, however, at about Just Too Late For A Date O'Clock. ]]
Into the closet, around the file boxes, and then...in a missing dimension somewhere in between the file boxes and her clothes.
It was all darkness there, with the occasional strip of florescent light sliding by, but it was definitely not the closet of 513 anymore. Of course Turtle knew exactly what was going on. It had happened to Jeff how many times? But there were no rulers or chocolate, just a lot of nothingness and not the slightest clue of how to get back.
Which was bad. She had a date!
Had being the key word. Sighing and all her energy instantly drained, Turtle at least had her phone so, pouting petulantly at the darkness, she could make a phone call and then set to the task of getting back.
"Your timing sucks, closet," she muttered. "Really, really sucks."
[[ Estaaaaablishy and NFI as she's stuck in a missing dimension. Turtle will be back, however, at about Just Too Late For A Date O'Clock. ]]