Pangolin B3, May 28, Sunday Afternoon (After Talking To Sam)
Tempe crawled under her bed, looking for the bucket of glitter she'd placed there after visiting All & Sundries the other day. There sure was a lot of room under here.
Finally, after flailing around under there for awhile, her leg hit something. She shuffled herself around until she reached it. It was distinctly bucket-shaped.
She hauled herself out from under the bed, pushing the bucket in front of her.
Sitting in the middle of the cabin floor, Tempe pulled the lid off the bucket.
*FWOOMP*
Tempe blinked. Glitter everywhere. Her face. Her arms. Her legs. Her hair. The floor seemed miraculously untouched, however.
She stared at the bucket. On the side, there lay a sign: Caution: Contents Under Pressure. Be Careful When Opening.
Even after swiping at her face, arms, and legs (the hair was hopeless, she decided) with a wet cloth, little sparkly bits of glitter still dotted her body.
She looked like she'd been in a fight with an angry glitter beast. And lost.
[OOC: No interaction. This is just to establish that it happened. She'll be outside later for interaction.]
Finally, after flailing around under there for awhile, her leg hit something. She shuffled herself around until she reached it. It was distinctly bucket-shaped.
She hauled herself out from under the bed, pushing the bucket in front of her.
Sitting in the middle of the cabin floor, Tempe pulled the lid off the bucket.
*FWOOMP*
Tempe blinked. Glitter everywhere. Her face. Her arms. Her legs. Her hair. The floor seemed miraculously untouched, however.
She stared at the bucket. On the side, there lay a sign: Caution: Contents Under Pressure. Be Careful When Opening.
Even after swiping at her face, arms, and legs (the hair was hopeless, she decided) with a wet cloth, little sparkly bits of glitter still dotted her body.
She looked like she'd been in a fight with an angry glitter beast. And lost.
[OOC: No interaction. This is just to establish that it happened. She'll be outside later for interaction.]