Oh gosh
Characters: Emma Pillsbury & wiiiide open
Setting/Location: Sleepywoods District 1, in one of the inns
Date & Time: Day 0, some time after waking up
Warnings: House's antics
Summary: Stop! SHOWER TIME!
Something was certain to Emma right now. And that certainty was her one bottle of hand sanitizer wouldn't be even close to enough to combat the place she was in. Wherever it was.
After waking up and realizing that no, this wasn't her office, and no, she was not in Lima anymore, the idea of her being in a bed she'd never been in before overwhelmed her thoughts. Then she realized that the room she was in looked like a hotel room, she practically leaped out of the sheets, feeling extremely, extremely unclean. There were bed bugs and the was dirt and there were secretions and she'd just been laying in them all!
So yes, a bottle of sanitizer was not going to cut it. Every drop of its lovely ethyl alcohol was as precious as diamonds to her. She clutched the bottle close to her chest, almost cradling it like a baby, even whispering "Shh, shh, it'll be all right," to it.
Soon her mind began screaming at her to get in a shower now now now, but right before she turned to go to the door, something on the bedside table caught her eye. It looked almost like a cellphone, but maybe more like a netbook. Maybe some strange hybrid? After putting a small drop of sanitizer on her fingers, she rubbed a few of the keys with it and pressed a few buttons, her curiosity getting better of her. After flipping through the manual, she tick-tacked away on the keyboard, sanitizing the necessary keys as she went along.
Sometime later, she pulled away from the little...Junogram or whatever it was called, blinking at all the information she'd just read and how there were a great deal of people who seemed to be dealing with the same situation. Making a face, she gave the little device another alcohol swab and closed it, then picked it up gingerly with two fingers on the spot she'd cleaned.
Well, that could be dealt with later. Because it was shower time. And she didn't think she could stand around any longer with millions of germs multiplying all over her. She shuffled out of the room, walking as if a hoard of new microbes would jump on her at any minute.
Setting/Location: Sleepywoods District 1, in one of the inns
Date & Time: Day 0, some time after waking up
Warnings: House's antics
Summary: Stop! SHOWER TIME!
Something was certain to Emma right now. And that certainty was her one bottle of hand sanitizer wouldn't be even close to enough to combat the place she was in. Wherever it was.
After waking up and realizing that no, this wasn't her office, and no, she was not in Lima anymore, the idea of her being in a bed she'd never been in before overwhelmed her thoughts. Then she realized that the room she was in looked like a hotel room, she practically leaped out of the sheets, feeling extremely, extremely unclean. There were bed bugs and the was dirt and there were secretions and she'd just been laying in them all!
So yes, a bottle of sanitizer was not going to cut it. Every drop of its lovely ethyl alcohol was as precious as diamonds to her. She clutched the bottle close to her chest, almost cradling it like a baby, even whispering "Shh, shh, it'll be all right," to it.
Soon her mind began screaming at her to get in a shower now now now, but right before she turned to go to the door, something on the bedside table caught her eye. It looked almost like a cellphone, but maybe more like a netbook. Maybe some strange hybrid? After putting a small drop of sanitizer on her fingers, she rubbed a few of the keys with it and pressed a few buttons, her curiosity getting better of her. After flipping through the manual, she tick-tacked away on the keyboard, sanitizing the necessary keys as she went along.
Sometime later, she pulled away from the little...Junogram or whatever it was called, blinking at all the information she'd just read and how there were a great deal of people who seemed to be dealing with the same situation. Making a face, she gave the little device another alcohol swab and closed it, then picked it up gingerly with two fingers on the spot she'd cleaned.
Well, that could be dealt with later. Because it was shower time. And she didn't think she could stand around any longer with millions of germs multiplying all over her. She shuffled out of the room, walking as if a hoard of new microbes would jump on her at any minute.