[ Unlike some cave-people, Steph and Kara are househunting. They're viewing places, rejecting grody bathrooms and sketchy landlords, taking their time — what's a few more weeks in the safehouse, anyway? Besides, with her new powers firmly on the uneasy and uncontrolled side of the scale, she likes having more people around, just in case. Communal fixtures ain't no thing, either, when everyone looks like they were hit by a truck during the outbreak (and that the truck, like, backed up to hit them again, for good measure).
After the initial rush for the showers, Steph treats herself to a long one (someone dumped a cocktail on her earlier when she she tried to distract them from the weirdos in scrubs at the beach party, so that's her day in a nutshell). Maybe Daisy's post about 90s sad bangers put her in the mood for familiar tunes, so I'm not saying she's occasionally humming and singing a line from Natasha Bedingfield's Unwritten to inject some early 2000s into this dystopia, but — ]
Aw, crap.
[ Her stupid bar soap goes skidding into a nearby, occupied cubicle. Great. She's supes into saving the environment or whatever, but, like, bar soap sucks. Someone put soap in a biodegradable container so she doesn't have to poke her head out, blonde bob wet and stringy, and interact with another nude human being. ]
Hey! So! If you just got hit by a rogue bar of lavender, that's all mine. Big investment for me, y'know, so if you wouldn't mind returning it to your fellow human trafficking victim, that'd be, uh, swell.
thanks for publicly announcing that i asked for this
After the initial rush for the showers, Steph treats herself to a long one (someone dumped a cocktail on her earlier when she she tried to distract them from the weirdos in scrubs at the beach party, so that's her day in a nutshell). Maybe Daisy's post about 90s sad bangers put her in the mood for familiar tunes, so I'm not saying she's occasionally humming and singing a line from Natasha Bedingfield's Unwritten to inject some early 2000s into this dystopia, but — ]
Aw, crap.
[ Her stupid bar soap goes skidding into a nearby, occupied cubicle. Great. She's supes into saving the environment or whatever, but, like, bar soap sucks. Someone put soap in a biodegradable container so she doesn't have to poke her head out, blonde bob wet and stringy, and interact with another nude human being. ]
Hey! So! If you just got hit by a rogue bar of lavender, that's all mine. Big investment for me, y'know, so if you wouldn't mind returning it to your fellow human trafficking victim, that'd be, uh, swell.
[ Her mouth twists. Pure cringe ]