WHO: Laura and Sweeney WHEN: Sep 3, evening WHERE: Doll World WHAT: Laura doesn't know Sweeney arrived. Laura doesn't know where the hell they are. WARNINGS: Language
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She made quick and long (as long as her short legs could take her) strides across the lobby. One hand dug into the pocket of her jacket, fingers fishing for an unbent cigarette and a lighter she’d found.
Stepping out there the doors, something happens. Within a blink of an eye, her clothing suddenly materialized and was simultaneously replaced with a dress she had never worn or seen before, but it was like she wore this all along and somehow she finally noticed.
“What the fuck,” she murmurs under the cigarette that dangled helplessly between her lips.
She inspects herself, of course. Starting with her boots, thick and buckled. Laura was all leather and ruffles. The dress itself looked like she had been brought to a different time, and most definitely a different place. She hadn’t stepped out to a sunny and cloudless sky. No exotic trees swaying gently with the gentle breeze. She stepped out into an odd-looking town. The houses were made out of wood and oversized doll parts.
She doesn’t say anything else, just quietly (and finally) took a nice and long drag from her cigarette.