Culture Shock! Who: Rahne, Josh, Bobby/Warren, Megan/Dale/Jean-Paul, and whoever else wants in! What: Experiencing some strangeness ;) When: 2011!!!! Where: Mansion Ratings/Warnings: Possibly language? Status: Open | Complete
Rahne was almost afraid to open her eyes, worried she'd still feel as awful as she had for the past couple days. It took a moment to register that there was no more pain, or fuzziness, or leakyness. Actually, she felt great! Other than a lingering bad dream that had something to do with being locked in a cage, anyways.
She flung off her duvet with an energy she hadn't felt in ages and got out of bed. Wait, why did the room have strange things in it? Something that looked like a telly screen but with typewriter keys, and a sleek little thing that looked like a calculator but had a lot more buttons on it.
And why were there strange clothes in her closet? Wait, was this even her room? Rahne checked in the drawer of her nightstand where she kept her Bible, one of the Professor's articles about human genetics she'd particularly enjoyed reading, a sprig of heather to remind her of home, and the letters Moira had written to her since she'd been in America. Everything was exactly how she'd left it. So this was her room. Just... not her clothes.
Wondering if Emma had maybe gone on some crazy philanthropic bender to buy her new clothes, like when she'd delivered all the care packages, Rahne tried to shrug her uneasiness off. Okay, why were there no skirts? Why was there just... fancy dresses and... jeans? Jeans? Rahne had never worn jeans in her life! Jeans were for blokes!
But she couldn't go around the mansion in a fancy dress, either. And some American girls wore jeans, right? It was the progressive thing to do. And Rahne was a progressive woman, damnit! Smiling to herself, she dressed in a pair of the jeans and a blouse before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
Okay, what the hell was going on? Why were there all these shiny... things in the kitchen? "What the bloody buggering hell is going on?!" she lamented aloud, throwing up her hands.