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Oct. 14th, 2011 01:47 am[ It's laundry day at St. Edelweiss. Which means that a certain young woman with bleached blonde hair and about two inches of light brown roots is curled up in the warmest spot of her cell that she can find (which really isn't that warm), completely naked.
Except that then there's some sort of flicker, and instead of sitting naked on the floor of her cell with her knees hugged to her chest, she's sitting naked on the floor of some weird cavern type place with her knees hugged to her chest.
She meeps softly, and scoots backwards until her back hits something solid, trying not to panic and failing badly at it. She doesn't really care that she's naked right now, she just knows that she's somewhere completely foreign to her, and that she might very well have just ended up somewhere worse than the asylum. ]
Except that then there's some sort of flicker, and instead of sitting naked on the floor of her cell with her knees hugged to her chest, she's sitting naked on the floor of some weird cavern type place with her knees hugged to her chest.
She meeps softly, and scoots backwards until her back hits something solid, trying not to panic and failing badly at it. She doesn't really care that she's naked right now, she just knows that she's somewhere completely foreign to her, and that she might very well have just ended up somewhere worse than the asylum. ]
