may your life be like toilet paper - long and useful

[subourbon]

WHO: Alison Hendrix and You!
WHERE: Heropa, here, there, everywhere!
WHEN: August 9 - 31
WHAT: Porting back in + whatever!
WARNINGS: None at this time.

Porting in with "gastric upset", wherever!

[Under normal circumstances, Alison Hendrix would be appalled that she has been ported back in this (comparably) grungy state - obvious dirt stains on her pants, one dead leaf tangled in her hair, and some unexplained grime under her fingernails - but she has more important things on her mind.

Namely the loud gurgling broadcasting from her belly and the inevitable "flood" that is about to follow.

So she hoofs it over to the closest door and knocks desperately.]

Hello! I'm... I need your help!

[And she mutters to herself, under her breath, as she continues knocking:]

Johnny Applesauce, this is a nightmare and a half...

[It's going to be a long day on her trek back to Heropa 31.]



Cleaning the bejeezus out of Heropa 31

[Some might argue that if a person has the power to clean an entire room doing nothing more than thinking hard about it, that would be the best way to proceed. But as much as Alison makes use of her power, there's always some niggling doubt in her mind that maybe the cleaning is still sub-par in a way it couldn't be if she put in the time and effort to actually clean. Besides, spending the time to do something as simple and ordinary as cleaning is a little therapeutic, after everything she's just been through.

She starts in the common areas and goes so far as to scrubbing the hallway-facing sides of her housemates' doors. And if her housemates have left a few personal items lying around, well, Alison has no doubt found a new and better home for them.]



Wildcard

Alison can be found all over in various locations due to her work as an event planner, so feel free to find her wherever! If you're interested in a specific prompt or want to talk plot, feel free to PM me or find me on plurk under "canuckleheaded"!

Comments

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah has pretty much resigned herself to the idea that Alison isn't coming back, so when she hears her sister frantically knocking on the door and calling for help, she sprints out of the bathroom in her pajamas, toothbrush in hand, and unlocks the door. She has no idea what she's about to find on the other side, so she quickly uses her powers to make the toothbrush look like a knife. ]

Alison?!

[ The sight of Alison with dirt on her clothes and a leaf in her hair doesn't exactly make her feel relieved, either. ]

[subourbon]

[Alison doesn't even pause at the knife being pointed in her direction. She beelines straight past Sarah towards the bathroom and slams the door behind her.

She wouldn't call her experience on the toilet sweet relief, but it was definitely a relief of sorts.]

[coppelganger]

[ Oh... kay.

Well, after looking outside and determining that no one's following Alison inside, Sarah closes the door and makes the toothbrush look like a toothbrush again. Of course, now she can't go return it to the bathroom, because Alison's locked herself in there, so she just sets it down on the kitchen counter for now. ]

[subourbon]

[Alison emerges ten minutes later, looking somewhat more presentable and smelling strongly of air freshener. She looks tired, maybe, but otherwise completely unharmed.]

Sorry, sorry, apparently I still have the runs...

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah walks over and takes her by the shoulders, not sure if she should shake her or hug her. ]

Alison, where have you been?

first prompt!!

[earnedmystripes]

[Luckily for Alison, the door she's knocked on has someone home behind it. Kotetsu's just chilling out on his couch, having a beer while watching some crappy action movie that was on TV. Even more fortunately, the knocking comes at a relative lull and isn't drowned out by fictional explosions. He gets up at the sound of the knock, but it's the call for help that has him hustling over with a call back of Coming, one second! so she doesn't leave before he gets there.

When he opens the door, he does not, of course, realize that this woman is not the same person as his roommate. Maybe he would've, if he stopped to question why she didn't have a key to their own house, but uh, Alison's rough state has him distracted enough that he doesn't even think about it.]

--Sarissa?! What happened, are you hurt?

[subourbon]

[Alison opens her mouth to explain her dire situation and that she is not Sarissa, but just in that moment she feels the knot in her stomach unclench. No, there's no time for pleasantries of any kind.

She merely tries to get past Kotetsu frantically and manages to choke out:]

-- bathroom!!

[earnedmystripes]

[Ah...

He just steps aside, letting her go. It's probably a good thing the general layout of these houses is the same, since Kotetsu is just assuming she knows where it is. A couple minutes of retching sounds later, he knocks gently on the bathroom door, calls from outside--]

Hey, you okay in there? Can I get you anything?

[subourbon]

[There's a long moment of silence before Alison primly opens the door, looking a little more presentable. She's managed to extricate the dead leaf from her hair and has scrubbed her hands so thoroughly that her skin is a little pink. The exhaust is whirring away and, interestingly, all the surfaces in the bathroom might actually be gleaming.]

I ah... appreciate your assistance in my gastrointestinal... emergency.

[She clears her throat a little, trying to regain some level of composure in this complete stranger's eyes.]

I took the liberty of cleaning your bathroom as a sign of gratitude. I hope you don't mind.

1st!

[dualismum]

[ Isn't it great that Alison ended up at the cannibal's house? ok, it's not great through that point of view, it's just a joke. And honestly, the house is shared by other non-cannibal people.

In any case, Sasaki was reading one of his many books while sitting at the sofa of their living room, when he heard the knock. And as it seems urgent, he hurries to the door, opening it ]

Alison? [ she looks a mess- ] what's going on?!

[subourbon]

[She doesn't even have time to pause and question whether it's Sasaki or Kaneki she's talking too. Her desperation to relieve the roiling in her guts is too great for her to focus on social niceties at this point.]

Toilet--!!

[... is pretty much all she gets out before she dashes past him in search of salvation.]

[dualismum]

[ and Saskai doesn't have much of a choice but to step out of the woman's way and watch her dash towards the bathroom. ]

UH......

[ what does... he do?

Well, he ends up just... waiting in the living room. Until Alison is done. ]

[subourbon]

[Alison at least has the grace to look embarrassed when she comes out.]

I'm so sorry to have barged in on you like this.

Another for number one!!

[khajidont]

[Luckily for Allison, Heropa #015 is, for once, relatively empty. That's a good thing, because otherwise, she'd get a full household of people peering anxiously at her. As it is, there's only one anxious face staring her down, and it's one that's very familiar, though he can't help but wonder if she has the wrong house; Sarissa lives just next door, after all.]

Allison? What's wrong, what happened?

[Is someone chasing her? That's the only thing that he can think of, really, considering the unusual state she's in. He steps out of her way but notably looks behind her, because if anyone's rotten enough to give Allison a hard time, they're asking for a punch to the face.]

[subourbon]

I--!!

[Another loud gurgle from her stomach indicates there is simply no time to explain the situation to Jaime. He's a good kid, she's pretty sure he'll overlook her rudeness as she breezes past him and commences her desperate search for a toilet.]

[khajidont]

[Jaime stares at her retreating back in confusion for a moment before shutting and locking the door behind them, just in case, and trailing after her in her search for a washroom. Luckily for her, every house in Heropa is built in the same organizational format, which means it's easy to find the nearest washroom, just beyond the living room.]

Alison?! Are you okay?

[subourbon]

[Alison locates the washroom quickly and slams the door behind her, turning on the fan and the tap to cover any... "embarrassing sounds". Her voice is a bit high-pitched as she answers Jaime from her place on top of the toilet.]

I'm fine! I just need a minute!

[doubleblind]

[It's before 10 am, which means that normally, Cosima wouldn't think of getting out of bed to let some random person banging on the door of the apartment she's been sharing with Clara inside. But that voice is familiar. It's a voice that Cosima had begun to think she wasn't going to hear until they all returned home.

She jumps out of bed, pulling on a cardigan on her way to the door. Alison's met with a sleepy but grinning Cosima when she opens the door.]

Alison!

[subourbon]

[Alison really hadn't been expecting a familiar face at this random apartment. She's almost 100% sure that this isn't actually Cosima's place of residence.]

Cosima? What--?

[Nope, there's no time for interrogations right now. Nature is calling. Actually, nature is basically screaming through a megaphone at this point. She pushes past Cosima in a panic to locate the closest toilet.]

[doubleblind]

[Cosima was halfway to pulling Alison into a hug when she pushes by her, leaving Cosima standing in the hallway with her arms outstretched and a confused expression. She follows after Alison at a normal pace, watching as she escapes to the bathroom. Cosima leans on the wall across from the door, waiting for Alison's return.]

... Nice to see you too.

[subourbon]

[Cosima is rewarded with an obviously relieved sigh of "Oh sweet baby Jesus" on the other side of the door, followed by the loud flush of a toilet a few minutes later.

When Alison emerges again, the bathroom is squeaky clean, even if she still isn't yet.]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was a time-sensitive situation.

so late, ahhhh I'm sorry

[magnitudes]

( Behold, the wild Sarissa Australianis out of her natural habitat.

What that actually entails is walking down the street and trying to balance two bags of groceries and a giant glass oven dish, while still trying to look like a shark given human form. It's something she's working on, honestly. It's an awkward balance, but she's late to this whole welcome back thing because apparently she always discovers everything last (not true) and she feels bad and when she finally reaches Heropa 31 she has to gently tap the door with her foot in lieu of knocking properly just because her hands are full and somehow putting everything down feels less convenient. )

Alison!

( Just in case her attempts at knocking are unheard. Sarissa is her default state of being, jeans and a sleeveless top and shoulders just slightly burned, despite her tan, hair pulled back into a messy knot. The bags are bursting with vegetables and the glass dish in her hand is covered with a cheesecloth, and she is actually making a mild effort not to slouch. For once. )

[subourbon]

[When Alison answers the door, it's clear that she's been in the process of some pretty aggressive cleaning. Her hair is bundled up in some kind of hair-net, she has a pair of elbow-length rubber gloves clutched in one hand, and a practical-but-cute apron on. To say nothing of the big smudge by her nose.]

... Sarissa? I-- what on earth is all this?

[To say that she hadn't been expecting her Australian sister-clone to drop by right in that moment is a bit of an understatement.]

[magnitudes]

It's... ( Sarissa looks down at the food and suddenly feels slightly sheepish. )

I thought maybe you needed food. After being gone and stuff.

( Is it possible to try and sound defensive and helpful at the same time? No? Yes? Who knows. ) I made pastitsio?

( And, in conclusion: ) I'm glad you're back. I'm trying to be helpful.

[subourbon]

[And she had just finished cleaning the kitchen too! Oh well, nevermind, Sarissa's trying to do something nice so Alison keeps her dismay internalized and smiles brightly.]

Well, it's very sweet of you to think of me like that.

[She opens the door wider for Sarissa to enter the house.]