maskormenacelogs | may your life be like toilet paper

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"!

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[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.]

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.]

[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?

[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!

[Oh. Oh. Is that the problem? Jaime stands by the door, unsure of what to do for a moment before he calls in, a little tentatively,] Do you need some Pepto Bismol? I have some in the medicine cabinet!

[And all that mud on her clothes... man, did she go camping and eat some bad berries, or something?]

[Well, there wasn't exactly any graceful way of hiding her predicament, was there? She just grits her teeth and tries to sound cheerful instead of mortified.]

I'm sure I would benefit from Pepto Bismol. Thank you, Jaime.

[He'll eventually hear the toilet flush and the sink going, followed by rummaging in the cabinets. About three minutes later she emerges, a bit flushed, and everything is curiously cleaner. The dirt stains Jaime would have seen ten minutes earlier are mysteriously gone, and the bathroom is practically sparkling.]

[When Alison emerges, she'll find herself greeted by Jaime, who's holding one familiar pink bottle and a mug of something steaming and smelling faintly of ginger. The Pepto Bismol is thrust towards her first as he says,] You didn't hafta clean that up when you're not feeling good. Come on, come sit down.

[He gestures for her to go and sit down at the kitchen table, and then looks down at the mug of tea before setting it carefully on the table for her.]

I also made some, um, ginger tea? Some's still leftover from when Minato used to live here. Google says it's good for... you know. [He pats his stomach tellingly.

Sorry, Alison. You're not getting away from mortification anytime soon.]

[Oh Lord. What did she do to deserve this kind of embarrassment? ... well, actually, she can think of numerous things, and it could probably be much worse. She accepts the Pepto Bismol and mug of ginger tea and gives Jaime a grateful smile.]

I ah... really appreciate this, Jaime. Cleaning things is one of my "powers", so it's really the least I could do.

Still, you shouldn't push yourself while you're already not feeling well.

[Jaime stares pointedly at the chair. Sit, Allison! As far as Jaime's concerned, you're not going anywhere.]

Your clothes were all dirty too -- what happened, were you out camping or something?

[Well, Alison's pretty sure that "hiding out in the woods with my husband and a previously-murderous-clone-turned-savior after yet another attempt on my life" should count as "camping". But there's no need to go into specifics.]

Mm-hm! I was apparently "ported out" and just get sent back here in the middle of a family camping trip. The... cuisine isn't agreeing with me, that's all.

[She follows Jaime's gaze to the chair, and shakes her head a little.]

Oh, no, I'm fine. Really. I'll be out of your hair in a minute.

Come on, Alison, you're always looking after people aren't you? Just fifteen minutes, and then I'll let you be on your way. You don't wanna have more, um, trouble on the cab ride home, do you?

[He would offer Alison a ride - will offer her a ride, in fact - but he has a feeling that after feeling so ill, riding on a motorcycle won't exactly agree with her. He taps his fingers against the back of the chair.]

Please?

[She blanches a little at the thought of having anymore issues on the way home. After a few more seconds of internal debate, she moves to go sit in the chair.]

Well, I suppose fifteen minutes won't hurt. Thank you, Jaime.

You're welcome.

[Jaime hovers for a moment, as if uncertain as to whether or not Alison will try to escape again, but once he's settled on her staying put, he drags out the chair across from her and sits down too, hands held loosely on the table.] I'm, um... sorry you wound up back here. I'm sure you'd rather be at home, even if you were stuck camping.

[All things considered, Alison has to admit that she's probably in a much safer situation here, as screwed up as that may be. And she hasn't really had a chance to let it set in that she's separated from Donnie and the kids again, and darned if she's going to let that happen right now!]

It's fine. I'm fine. I've gotten used to the idea that there are worse situations to be in. Hopefully things have been pretty quiet in the past month?

may your life be like toilet paper - long and useful

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