[INSIDE] Sunday day Who: Astoria and OPEN What: Deciding to meet up with the Zwemmer's crew Where: Inside Mathwall When: Sunday day Rating: R for gore and needle squick
Astoria had holed up in the bathtub of an empty flat whose owner had either been caught out of Mathwall or was already dead. Exchanging notes with Chris had kept her awake until she'd passed out with quill in hand and journal open. Sometime during the night she'd been awakened by the feel of all the green fur falling off. It felt like every hair on her naked skin had been tweezed out by the root. She'd only cried a little.
She'd fallen asleep again after that and woken up sometime after dawn, with no idea how long she'd slept. An apple was enough to break her fast. In the light from the hall, she could see that the floor was littered with her green fur. At least the mirror showed her she was flesh-coloured again.
There would be fresh water in the tank of the loo, she thought. Even if it wasn't safe to drink, she could at least wash her face and get the last of the fur off it. She moved to the toilet to pull the top of the tank off when something slimy touched her leg.
Astoria looked down and saw what was coming out of the bowl and screamed. She snatched up her scissors and stabbed it a half-dozen times before she could get the lid down. Grabbing the sacks of food she'd scavenged yesterday, she backed out of the room, watching the thing start to raise the lid again.
Enlargement charm, she thought, and tried not to throw up her breakfast.
There was no safety here. She'd try her luck at Zwimmer's and see if they'd found Jac and Andi, or if she'd have any luck at finding them along the way.
Astoria made her way down the stairs and into the street, her stash of food concealed under her cloak.