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wrongkindofsith) wrote2011-04-25 01:53 am
wrongkindofsith) wrote2011-04-25 01:53 am
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Room 418, Sunday Morning
All Cara had wanted was a nice hot shower with the water turned up full bore. So naturally, today was the day the shower had decided to start pelting her with colourful pebbles instead.
And of course the taps had suffered the same affliction when she gave up on the shower and tried to fill the washbasin instead.
Luckily, (though by this point it was debatable whether that luck was good or bad) she was still in the habit of keeping a pitcher of water by the basin. So she could at least sponge herself with that, even if the water could only be called tepid if she were in a generous mood.
It should really go without saying that by now she wasn't exactly in one.
[ooc: open if you'd have a reason to be in Cara's bathroom at this hour]
And of course the taps had suffered the same affliction when she gave up on the shower and tried to fill the washbasin instead.
Luckily, (though by this point it was debatable whether that luck was good or bad) she was still in the habit of keeping a pitcher of water by the basin. So she could at least sponge herself with that, even if the water could only be called tepid if she were in a generous mood.
It should really go without saying that by now she wasn't exactly in one.
[ooc: open if you'd have a reason to be in Cara's bathroom at this hour]