It had become
colder overnight. The odd raincloud drifted past, drizzling on the area until it decided to go its merry way again.
While there was plenty to do in town, the
hotel's facilities were still open and available to anyone who decided to stay in rather than head down to the project or explore the town. Spa treatments, good food, and
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Exciting times.
And he was stuck in freaking Canada.
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Or so he was telling himself. Mmm, massaging tub.
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Anyway, that's what he was doing right now, before it was time to go to the building project.
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She didn't realize anything was wrong until the hairstylist screamed and backed away. Susan, being Susan, calmly decided there couldn't possibly be anything in the foot of space between her head and the hairstylist's working space to be afraid of, so she opened her mouth to ask what was wrong-
And caught sight in the mirror of her hair unwinding from what had just been done to it, resuming its normal slightly electrocuted look. All on its own.**
Well. That was new.
Managing to keep herself nice and calm in the face- so to speak- of self-styling hair, Susan gave the stylist a half-hearted smile and said, "Bad hair day."
*Spoiler: Not possible.
**See?
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You know, theoretically. I don't know your schedule. *shifty eyes*
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