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]

[And being Alison, she can't help herself from commenting.]

... are you sure you're not going to overheat in that?

[coppelganger]

I'm sure.

[ Not really, but. Whatever. She motions for Alison to follow her out to the cab and locks the front door behind them. ]

[subourbon]

[Alison takes a delicate sniff when she settles into the cab, but decides not to comment since she isn't exactly Febreze-worthy herself.]

I can't wait to take a shower.

[coppelganger]

[ Excuse you, Sarah's cab smells delightful. Or at least not as awful as it could. ]

So... you guys and Helena were just living out in the woods? [ She's still having a hard time picturing that. ]

[subourbon]

[Alison probably had a harder time living it.]

She's been out there for at least a month, Sarah. The important thing is she's cooking her meat thoroughly so those two precious packages in her belly should be fine.

[coppelganger]

[ Okay, this is just Too Much. Sweet she can handle. Angel, sure, it fits Helena's whole thing. But this has gone on long enough. ]

Right, can you maybe never use the word "precious" again?

[subourbon]

And what's wrong with the word "precious"?

[coppelganger]

It's weird.

[subourbon]

Fine. What would you prefer I use?

[coppelganger]

"Babies"? They're babies.

[ Sarah has never referred to a baby as a precious package ever, and she's not going to start now. ]

[subourbon]

Have it your way, then.

[She's quiet for most of the rest of the ride home, a combination of being a little miffed and a lot tired.]

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah stays quiet, too, fiddling with the radio until she finds a good station and then letting it play in lieu of talking. When she pulls up to the sidewalk, though, she speaks again. ]

Hey, don't go disappearing on us again, alright?

[subourbon]

If I have any say in it, I won't. Anyway, I'm more worried about you and Felix.

[And as if to emphasize her worry, she stays put in her seat, making no motions to indicate that she's getting out any time soon.]

[coppelganger]

Us? Why?

[ Sarah reaches out and turns off the ignition, waiting for Alison's answer. ]

[subourbon]

You were gone for awhile, and then Felix was, and this time it was Cosima and I. Don't you think that means it'll come around to the two of you again?

[coppelganger]

[ She hesitates. She's been thinking the same thing, but it hadn't seemed right to bring it up. ]

... Yeah. Maybe.

[subourbon]

[She sees the expression on Sarah's face and immediately feels bad. Like she needs to give Sarah more things to worry about right now.]

... forget it, I shouldn't have brought it up. There's nothing we can do to prevent it, anyway.

[coppelganger]

We can't live our lives worrying about what might happen, right?

[ Ha ha, just kidding, Sarah will continue to worry about all the things that might not happen anyway. ]

[subourbon]

[Alison lets out a small, bitter laugh at that.]

Isn't that all we've been doing for the past couple years?

[But she shakes her head, no point dwelling on things that can't be changed.]

I'll try not to worry if you don't.

[coppelganger]

Deal.

[ This is a deal they're both going to fail at miserably, but oh well. ]

[subourbon]

[Absolutely, but Alison won't be the first to admit it.]

Well, I think it's time I take that shower. Thank you for the ride home, Sarah.

[coppelganger]

Anytime. Keep in touch, Alison.

[ Don't go disappearing on them again. ]