Playing House

Who: Delaney and Rupert
When: 11:30 a.m.
Where: Rupert's room to start

Delaney had been highly irritated that she'd felt so unwell the day before, because she was here to meet people, and who'd want to meet someone who was as pale as death, barely able to keep her eyes open and fighting dry heaves on and off? No one she'd want to meet, because that would mean they had some kind of illness fetish. Plus, she didn't believe in meeting new people when she didn't look her best, and she simply hadn't felt well enough to shower and do her hair. It was disappointing, but there hadn't been much she could do about it. So she'd spent the day sleeping, drinking water and nibbling at pretzels from the little packet she'd gotten on one of her airline flights.

If it had been a bug or just overtiredness, she wasn't sure, but she'd felt better by the time she'd awakened at about ten o'clock on January 2nd. Curiosity had driven her to her door, which seemed to be locked from the outside. That was odd, and as she'd been trying to figure out what she should do, she'd seen the light on her computer flashing. She took care of making a journal post, which would unlock the door. Strange, but it was easy enough to shrug off. After spending about twenty minutes commenting on other journals, she'd flung herself into the shower, singing as she washed her hair and scrubbed her body. Nothing like Adele songs to bolster her for the day. That girl had some serious pipes!

Delaney couldn't wait to get out and about, because a whole house of new people to meet sounded like heaven to her, so she made quick work of drying her hair, putting on light makeup and dressing in a loose, colorful v-necked sweater that continually fell off one shoulder, which called for a tank top underneath, and her favorite jeans with embroidery on the back pockets. Everyone was wearing those, probably because they drew attention to the posterior region. She wasn't Kim Kardashian exactly, but she had a nice enough ass, she thought. Key in her pocket, one last check in the dresser mirror and a cheeky smile at her reflection and she left her room.

The door to her right was a sitting room, she saw when she peered inside. To her left was the door of another occupant, and that seemed a good enough place to start. She rapped on the door and bounced lightly on her toes as she waited for it to be answered.