Room #411 [all day]
Mac was awake far too early in the morning. Far too early.
She had vague and uncomfortable memories of the weekend, and one look at herself in the mirror told her that they were probably true. She would not ordinarily draw on herself. A six year-old however, probably would. She was just glad she didn't remember running into too many people. Minimum embarassment.
At least she'd found Luke and his diner. She made a mental note to go back there, he probably wouldn't recognise her anway and finding good food she could eat was pretty rare around here. Then there was the incident with the highlighters. She facepalmed a little and tried to remember how much of a fool of herself she'd made, in front of Broots.
It felt like she'd had a far busier weekend than she'd actually had. Apparently there was far too much fun to be had with permanent pen. A bit miffed that she couldn't even have a shower and get the pen out of her hair without researching song lyrics. Mac attempted to get most of it off her face, and then propped the door open with a chair to give the illusion of being sociable, turned on some music and lounged on her bed with a book.
[[come disturb her! I'm bored and in need of entertainment.]]
She had vague and uncomfortable memories of the weekend, and one look at herself in the mirror told her that they were probably true. She would not ordinarily draw on herself. A six year-old however, probably would. She was just glad she didn't remember running into too many people. Minimum embarassment.
At least she'd found Luke and his diner. She made a mental note to go back there, he probably wouldn't recognise her anway and finding good food she could eat was pretty rare around here. Then there was the incident with the highlighters. She facepalmed a little and tried to remember how much of a fool of herself she'd made, in front of Broots.
It felt like she'd had a far busier weekend than she'd actually had. Apparently there was far too much fun to be had with permanent pen. A bit miffed that she couldn't even have a shower and get the pen out of her hair without researching song lyrics. Mac attempted to get most of it off her face, and then propped the door open with a chair to give the illusion of being sociable, turned on some music and lounged on her bed with a book.
[[come disturb her! I'm bored and in need of entertainment.]]