Room 511, Monday Morning
Alice awoke with a start. The weekend had been - odd was perhaps the mildest way of phrasing it. She'd been a child, seven years of age, though that particular state was far more familiar to her than it might have been to one who had experienced most of the years inbetween in any coherent manner. She had pestered her manager for pizza, and insisted on fighting a duel with Leto.
... Leto. She'd been in his room that morning, because she had been thoroughly and completely improper the evening before. Which apparently caused one to be discovered in compromising positions by the Once and Future King and, subsequently, to metamorphasize into a child.
She hadn't intended to be so improper; she had gone to his room to discuss the quite epic battle on the rooftop during her work shift. Sometimes, killing harpies necessitated further conversation. She had hardly expected the aftermath to be quite so involved.
Was there any chance she had only been adventuring? A great deal of her adventures ended with that same, "Alice awoke with a start." Nothing that had happened seemed terribly unlikely, for Fandom, at least, but it was a bit incredible to place them all in quick succession.
If she had been adventuring, it might well be Wednesday, still. Or possibly that had happened in this reality, and only the later parts were suspect, which meant it was Friday. Barring that, it was Monday, and she had to face His Majesty for an early sparring match.
Alice wondered if one could conversationally ask one's roommate for the correct date.
(will be linkdroppy. open to the roomie or any who would knock so early. and now, I flee!)
... Leto. She'd been in his room that morning, because she had been thoroughly and completely improper the evening before. Which apparently caused one to be discovered in compromising positions by the Once and Future King and, subsequently, to metamorphasize into a child.
She hadn't intended to be so improper; she had gone to his room to discuss the quite epic battle on the rooftop during her work shift. Sometimes, killing harpies necessitated further conversation. She had hardly expected the aftermath to be quite so involved.
Was there any chance she had only been adventuring? A great deal of her adventures ended with that same, "Alice awoke with a start." Nothing that had happened seemed terribly unlikely, for Fandom, at least, but it was a bit incredible to place them all in quick succession.
If she had been adventuring, it might well be Wednesday, still. Or possibly that had happened in this reality, and only the later parts were suspect, which meant it was Friday. Barring that, it was Monday, and she had to face His Majesty for an early sparring match.
Alice wondered if one could conversationally ask one's roommate for the correct date.
(will be linkdroppy. open to the roomie or any who would knock so early. and now, I flee!)