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

[subourbon]

[Alison goes to pull out some containers from a cupboard for Sarissa as she talks.]

I think you can still call yourself Greek. Whatever else we are, we're still the product of our families.

[She grimaces a little at the thought of hers.]

[magnitudes]

( That is possibly one of the nicest things someone has said to her, here. Or in a long time. Sarissa starts, almost turns towards Alison, and instead opts to just smile as the drawer that she's opening to fish out some utensils. )

Shame. Means I'm still obnoxious, too.

( But she sounds pleased, all the same. )

Whereabouts are you from, anyway? In Canada, I mean. ( She's not that oblivious, at least. ) I've never been. Pretty much everything I've heard about Canada is that it's better than America and that there are waterfalls of maple syrup and galloping moose everywhere.

( It's said seriously enough, only just enough ridiculousness to mark that she's not being genuinely serious. )

[subourbon]

[Alison shrugs a little before turning and placing the containers in front of Sarissa.]

I grew up in a suburb of Toronto and have never seen a moose in the wild in my life. We have a lot more nature, a lot less people, and a vastly superior health care system to the US.

[magnitudes]

( A grin; obnoxious? Yeah, probably. )

Ah. So it's basically Australia, but the rowdy, annoying neighbours are a lot closer.

( Except, let's be honest, Australia IS the rowdy annoying neighbour. ) I hear Toronto's nice. You... have a hockey team.

( A+ knowledge, Sarissa, well done. )

[subourbon]

[That seems to hit a nerve with Alison.]

Don't even get me started! My loyalty will never waver for the Leafs, but they've been making it really hard for their fans for the past few decades. Not that I'd ever admit it to anyone else, but frankly it's an embarrassment!

[magnitudes]

That's bullshit. ( It is said with genuine sympathy. ) My footie team got these salary cap breaches a few years back. Dickheads. They got stripped of two titles.

( And!!! Now she thinks about it, ) And the Sydney Swans used to be South Melbourne, for seventy years. More than, probably. Then they buggered off to Sydney and started winning games - AFL is a Victorian sport, it's bloody disgraceful that Sydney ( SYDNEY, ALISON, UGH ) has one of the bests teams there is. And they took it from Melbourne.

( ... before Sarissa was even born, but hey, details. ) Sounds like your Leafs need a kick up the backside.

( This is the most intense division of food into tupperware ever seen, possibly )

[subourbon]

Footie? Is that like football?

[She's not exactly well-versed in Australian sports. But she's sympathetic to Sarissa's obvious passion for this "footie".]

The same thing has happened to a few Canadian teams. Winnipeg and Quebec City are still bitter about it.

[magnitudes]

It's—

( Wait, hang on. Do they say football in America, or soccer? Are they weirdly British that way, or normal? She has to consider for a second. )

It's not like soccer-football or American football. Rugby football, more like. AFL is full contact, eight people per side, couple of goal posts at each end. We got Rugby League and Rugby Union and there's gridiron too, I think. All comes down to a bunch of burly blokes smashing into each other on a field wearing shorts.

( She shrugs, unhelpful, as she pots some more food and grins at Alison conspiratorially. ) Isn't bitterness part of the fun of sport?

[subourbon]

[Alison secretly thinks that sport sounds violent, but she only says:]

Well, it sounds like a very... entertaining sport! And I personally think watching your team coast to victory is what makes sports fun. At least I can enjoy Team Canada winning the gold medal in hockey every four years!