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[practicallyaguy]

There were probably worse ways to spend a weekend.

Okay, strike that. There were definitely worse ways to spend a weekend. Sure the bus ride, the two plane rides and the taxis had kind of sucked and spending some quality bargaining with Judge Reinhold had been no picnic either, but this wasn't bad. It wasn't something that Zoe was going to

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[segaboybrodie]

Another one of Brodie's daily walks of the island found him at the waterfall. The morning quest for comics at the bookshelf hadn't gone well, and he was mostly hoping that shit would reset itself before he got back.

NOBODY needed to be subjected to mangled Liefeld comics early in the morning. NOBODY. Brodie wouldn't wish that shit on his worst enemy.

"You know there are probably bikinis and shit in the clothes box, right?" Brodie said, pausing as he caught sight of the chick in the water. He was sure he'd seen her before- at a council party or something like that- though she'd been a blonde.

He suddenly found himself wondering if the carpet matched the drapes.

[practicallyaguy]

For the record there was nothing grosser than wet socks. Couple that up with everything and the fact that she was probably about to become fish bait next to some giant waterfall and the night had pretty much turned to suck.

Which was weird since it was suddenly daytime. Was this the reason that California sometimes complained about blackouts? George Lucas was a fan of the sunlamps?

Swimming in a circle, she gawked at the guy. "Gee whiz, thanks for reminding me that I'm still wearing all of my clothes. I never would have noticed, given the fact that I was dry thirty seconds ago when I was still upstairs."

[segaboybrodie]

Brodie looked up at the top of the waterfall for a second, then back down at the chick in the water. Calling the top of the waterfall 'upstairs' didn't make any fucking sense to HIM, but how the hell was he supposed to know what people called shit where she came from?

"Hey, YOU'RE the one who jumped in," Brodie reminded her, taking a sip from his Dixie cup. Beverage of choice today? Pineapple juice.

[practicallyaguy]

Swimming to the bank that he stood on Zoe slopped onto the shore. Her feet were making the squishing noises and she dragged in a piece of kelp or algae along with her. It did nothing to squash the feeling that she was currently channelling her inner creature from the Black Lagoon.

"Hey buddy, the only thing I'm guilty of is sliding down George Lucas' garbage shoot to get away from security and Hutch's grabby hand." Holding up her hands, she pointed towards the waterfall. "I definitely did not jump off of that thing."

So what if this guy didn't believe her? It's not like she needed validation from a guy who looked like he had stepped out of a movie that Mark from Archaeology had felt her up in. Talk about a waste of Kevin Smith.

[codexthepriest]

Every day, I usually take a trip down to the clothes bx to see if I can find anything to wear. It's about all I can do, when I am constantly given one good shirt out of dozens of bad ones. Some of the ones I've gotten can even put the low level armor I've had to make my characters wear to shame when it comes to how much skin would be showing. I don't expect many people to be around, but I see I'm wrong pretty quickly.

"Oh," I say, a little surprised when I see the girl already by the box. Seeing she is dripping wet, I bite my lip before saying, "If you need towels, there's some in that room over there, I think."

I motion toward the storage room door. Maybe she doesn't know where they are. I know it took me a while to figure it out myself.

[practicallyaguy]

"Are there?"

Rocking back onto her heels, Zoe heard a sickening squish. A half hour later and she still sounded like she'd been run through the spin cycle. Awesome. Looking over her shoulder in the direction the girl had pointed, she gave a tight smile.

"Thanks. My tour guide neglected to mention the fluff and fold station."

[codexthepriest]

"Oh, you must be new here," I realize. That explains why she's standing around, wet like she is. "There's a bathroom down here, too, when you want to change. There's some on every floor."

I neglect to mention I know that bathroom well because I spent a good portion of my first day curled up in there, trying not to pass out because of the panic attack I was hit with. She isn't looking like she's taking it as hard. I'm patient with the clothes box. I know it doesn't give out many good things, so instead of looking through it as well, I sit at the small table in the room and wait my turn.

[practicallyaguy]

Pulling out a black shirt with the cast of Fraggle Rock printed on the front, Zoe dropped it onto the pile she was creating. It wasn't much; the pickings kind of resembled a mashup of everything owned plus everything the guys owned, but it could have been worse.

The jeans just sort of looked like something she had worn in high school. Standing up, she held the bundle away from her. Getting them wet would defeat the purpose. "Is it that obvious? Yeah, I just fell into the waterfall and here I am."

[plntfood]

"Morning," Mathias says absently as he wanders into the laundry room, a load of towels in his arms. It's only when he's put them down that he realizes she's soaking wet and turns back to face her and it's only once he's faced her that he realizes it's someone who looks exactly like Veronica.

"Did you dye your hair?" he blurts out before he can think about what he's saying. It can't be her, he knows it can't be, but she looks so much like her.

[practicallyaguy]

A pair of pink sparkly tights are in her hands. She was giving them a good stretch, like they're bungie cords rather than something she was debating wearing.

"Mor--" Zoe started to say, though the fact that it was morning and not two in the morning still freaked her out. "No. Not since the tenth grade. Purple stripes were a bad idea."

[plntfood]

"I'm sorry," Mathias apologizes, feeling a little silly now that he's looked at her straight on and know she isn't Veronica. Her face looks almost identical, but between the hair and the lack of recognition, he knows she can't be.

"You look very much like the girl I am dating," he explains a little sheepishly.

[practicallyaguy]

It was about then that she decided actually looking at the guy was probably a good idea. Hm, not bad. He had the tall, skinny thing going for him was definitely her thing, but after that it kind fizzled out.

The accent. That was it. It reminded her of the exchange student in her dorm sophomore year. They'd called him Snickelfritz. Hilarious. Arching an eyebrow, Zoe lowered her arms and the tights. "Seriously? I mean, it's no big on the confusion front, but I definitely don't a sister. Unless you're dating my brother in drag."

[yoursarahjane]

She heard the dripping before she actually saw the girl and Sarah Jane carefully ducked around the corner to look curiously at her. "I'm pretty sure we do have bathing suits here if swimming was the goal," she said, only the slightest little crack of a joke in her tone.

[practicallyaguy]

Stating the obvious was something that the residents must take a crash course in. Either that or they were all that sort of special. Maybe it was both. Her hour long whirlwind tour hadn't been enough to really judge.

"No. I don't get wet fully clothed unless I've had about six more tequila shots."

[yoursarahjane]

"Well, I don't carry around a bottle of tequila, so we'll have to save that for a later date and time," she said brightly before approaching to see if she could do anything. "Can I help at all? Or is this a hopeless situation?"

[practicallyaguy]

Leaning back, grimmacing at the squish of her shoes, Zoe gestured at the box. "Be my guest. I don't exactly know how to work this thing."

There wasn't even a coin slot or anything for dispensing. If this was supposed to be like the do-it-yourself lifestyle room, someone needed to post a sign.

[countyourteeth]

There was already somebody digging through the clothes box, but Daphne was impatient on the best of days and wasn't about to wait for her to be done. And so, without so much as announcing her presence, she dropped into a crouch next to the woman and grabbed the first thing she saw: a blindingly pink t-shirt with the words 'Team Jacob' emblazoned across the front. She had no idea who Jacob was -- let alone why he had a team -- but it looked to be her size so she tossed it aside to collect later. It wasn't until curiosity compelled her to look at her company that she realized that the since-departed Elle apparently had another clone.

"I liked you better as blonde," she noted.

[practicallyaguy]

"Funny, since I've never been one," Zoe replied flatly. The weird washed out patches of bleached blonde during the hair dying process back in tenth grade barely counted. Being a slave to the peroxide parade had never been her thing.

Tugging on a lock of her hair with the hand that wasn't gripping the edge of the box for balance. "This colour is all natural."

[countyourteeth]

"Well, if you ever wondered what you would look like as one, there's a girl around here who'll be able to show you in 3-D," Daphne said frankly. "I'm guessing you already got the 411 about this place?"

Since most people didn't tend to go swimming their clothes, she could only assume the Faux Elle was new. On the other hand, though, she wasn't freaking out, which could only mean that some other schmuck had the honors.

[practicallyaguy]

That was not something Zoe had ever really thought about. Sure there was that time with the redhaired wig and the mustache, but a party was a party and what happened there stayed there. Seeing it live and kicking would be freaky.

Grimmacing for a moment, she relaxed and kept on digging. "Yep. Got it from this guy named Brodie. It was like a bad date flashback."