18 Apocalypse Avenue, Saturday Morning
Vala had been awakened by the sound of cleaning. Once she'd determined that the vacuums and dusting and polishing had nothing to do with her or any of her housemates, she grabbed a magazine and stretched out on the living room sofa, waiting for them to be finished.
"Don't forget the light fixtures, okay?"
This kind of weirdness she liked just fine.
[ooc: Post is open for any of the roomies, obviously.]
"Don't forget the light fixtures, okay?"
This kind of weirdness she liked just fine.
[ooc: Post is open for any of the roomies, obviously.]