'I want my pumpkin parasol' CLOSED

[dream_of_noah]

CHARACTERS SO FAR: Road
SUMMARY: Road arrives, days after everyone else.
PLACE: The street of the residential tier, in front of the active lift.
TIME: Late afternoon on the 28th.
WARNINGS: None

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[dream_of_noah]

After a minute, Road reached her door and glared at the key. MY doors don't need keys, she thought resentfully, glaring at it. When the door refused to open on its own, she sighed and fumbled with the key until it did slide open.

[dream_of_noah]

The apartment door slid obediently shut behind Road, making her feel a tiny bit better about this whole deal. The apartment was very generic-looking, from what she could see, but she wasn't in the mood to explore just yet. The armload of papers and small objects got deposited on the table to deal with later, and the blue-haired girl climbed the staircase in search of a bed.

[dream_of_noah]

The first door at the top of the stairs opened into an indoor bathroom - the favilities were more sleek and, well, modern than what she was used to, but a hot bath sounded very good right now. It didn't take long to figure out how to work the tub, and a bottle of thick, perfumed liquid elicited a squeal of delight. Bubble bath!

The rest of whatever world this was could go play with its own entrails for the next few hours, as far as Road was concerned. She had buble bath, and she was goign to play in hot water and mountains of foam until she was wrinkly.

[dream_of_noah]

Only when the last of the thick, perfumed soap had been turned into a foamy playscape and washed down the drain did Road emerge from the warm embrace of the bathtub. The towels she grabbed to dry herself with were big, thick, fluffy, and white as the snow - exactly what she was used to, so her good mood remained intact. Clean, fragrant, damp, and wrinkly, Road strode into the bedroom and surveyed it like a towel-clad queen who had just come into her tiny kingdom. The wardrobe caught her attention first, and she rummaged through the piles of generic clothes until she found an acceptable pink nightgown. Leaving the discarded towels on the floor, she turned next to the large (and very comfortable-looking) bed, and decided that a nap was in order. She was in too good a mood to bother thinking about the situation she'd left behind.