Who: Tara and Logan What: First Meeting When: Bendy, but before everyone fully understood about the possessions Where: Prison Laundry Room Warnings: N/A
Tara was a little nervous about coming to the laundry room, considering that someone had been caught eating jeans in here earlier in the month. It sounded weird, which meant that it was likely something supernatural, but she was running out of clean clothes and it was still a little too cold (and probably not very hygienic) to wash them outside in a creek. When she walked into the laundry room with a basket of clothing on her hip and found it to be empty, though, she let out a sigh of relief.
She knew that people weren't entirely sure what was going on with some people, but she hoped that they figured it out quickly enough. It seemed like there was always at least one thing going on here with people, which, oddly enough, just made it feel a little more like home. If it were sunny California weather, and, you know, no zombies, she'd feel pretty comfortable. For now, she'd take the odd comfort in the weirdness. At least it wasn't boring?
At this point in her life, Tara wasn't sure she'd even know what to do with boring.
She flipped through a book while her clothes washed, reading but not paying the closest attention to it. She had managed to snag it from the prison library. She'd read Pride and Prejudice several times before, but it was something to do while she passed the time here waiting for her clothes to be clean so that she could toss them in the dryer, and then watch them like a hawk as well. She didn't want her clothes to be eaten.