Room 307, Saturday Morning
Jan. 18th, 2014 08:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justbeingbayWhen Bay woke up Saturday morning, she laid perfectly still for a moment. She smelled everything perfectly -- the Doritos on Topher's side of the room, a mostly-empty can of spray paint she'd shoved under her bed, somebody's slightly burnt attempt at coffee in the common room. It was overwhelming and trippy and made even more so by the fact that,when she sat up, she realized her hearing was going crazy too -- she heard what she would swear was a guy singing in the shower floors and floors away.
Okay. The island is weird, film at eleven, she told herself, and groped for the sketchbook she kept on her so she could sketch her impressions before this particular bout of weirdness went away.
Fifteen minutes later, she was looking at a page full of stick figures, scribbles, and eraser-marks.Even her straight lines were turning out crooked.
"... Huh."
[OOC: Closed door, open post, some weekend SP.]
Okay. The island is weird, film at eleven, she told herself, and groped for the sketchbook she kept on her so she could sketch her impressions before this particular bout of weirdness went away.
Fifteen minutes later, she was looking at a page full of stick figures, scribbles, and eraser-marks.Even her straight lines were turning out crooked.
"... Huh."
[OOC: Closed door, open post, some weekend SP.]
