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It became clear to Bee, some time in the late night or early morning, that sleeping on the beach was no longer an option for her. She left the beach in a hurry, sleepily collecting her things and jogging to the compound with her arms full. She slept on the couch in the Rec Room, under a thin blanket, waking up every now and then to shift into what she hoped would be a warmer position.
When she woke in the morning, she stepped outside - barefoot, since she arrived on the Island that way and found no reason to wear shoes in such a place - and stood on the steps surveying what had once been her tropical sort-of-paradise, and was now blanketed in thick snow.
She shivered once, violently, and frowned. "This is unexpected," she said, and the puff of steam that followed her words seemed to taunt her as it floated up into the cold air, disappearing as it went.
[Timed to this morning. Bee's cold and homeless. She's always game for new people, but old friends would be especially nice right now. Also anyone who has a place for her to stay. I'm slow-timey as usual, but thankfully not that much. Late tags are just as good as punctual ones.]
When she woke in the morning, she stepped outside - barefoot, since she arrived on the Island that way and found no reason to wear shoes in such a place - and stood on the steps surveying what had once been her tropical sort-of-paradise, and was now blanketed in thick snow.
She shivered once, violently, and frowned. "This is unexpected," she said, and the puff of steam that followed her words seemed to taunt her as it floated up into the cold air, disappearing as it went.
[Timed to this morning. Bee's cold and homeless. She's always game for new people, but old friends would be especially nice right now. Also anyone who has a place for her to stay. I'm slow-timey as usual, but thankfully not that much. Late tags are just as good as punctual ones.]