You Got Your Living Room In My Bathroom!

[defineshinky]

Who: Wendy Watson and Anya Lehnsherr!
When: April Fools' Day
Where: Wendy's/Anya's places of living. Potentially elsewhere too.
Summary: Wendy has to go to the bathroom. She gets way more of an adventure than she bargained for.
Warnings: I don't forsee this needing warnings, but I'll update if it does!


[All she wants-- nay, needs-- is to go to the bathroom. Wendy Watson is getting pretty adjusted to her new surroundings. She's even seeing about jobs. Best of all, she's found the Canadian interdimensional equivalent of a Fat Boy Double Black Eye coffee. It even comes in grande. Wendy's watching Dawn of the Dead, one of her favorite feel good movies. She's in her plaid PJ pants, a white t-shirt, and glasses, nice and relaxed. About a half hour before the movie ends is when she feels the urge. She could always pause it, but... oh, this the best part. Her bladder can hang in there. By the time the movie ends, it's about ready to explode. So she dances her way to the bathroom and throws the door open, running inside.

Words cannot express how disappointing it is when she doesn't find a toilet.]

Comments

[fridgetothefire]

[She fell asleep on her couch the night before, up late reading library books, looking forward to sleeping in on Sunday. The starter apartment is still pretty bare, aside from the stacks of borrowed books here and there, roughly organized by topic: port history, modern genetics, a biography of Heron of Alexandria on top of several engineering textbooks, and a few of the funnier classics. She has a translation of the collected plays of Aristophanes fallen open on her oversized sleep T-Shirt - one blazoned with SERO's logo and probably given away en masse at office parties, given how many of them people had never bothered to retrieve from a Lost and Found that Anya went through.]

[At the sound of footsteps, she jerks awake, the book falling aside and she scrambles to her feet, grabbing up a rough iron bar, like a crowbar that something icky bit the end off of, holding it fiercely between them.]

What are you doing in my apartment?

[defineshinky]

[She just lets out a tiny sigh of frustration. This isn't remotely cool. The whole thing becomes even worse when she's suddenly being threatened by a girl with a crow bar. She steps back and holds her hands up, not wanting to fight or hurt her. After all, she's the intruder here. Technically.]

Whoa, hey. I didn't... I just opened...

[She slowly waves her right hand.]

This isn't the bathroom I'm looking for.

[fridgetothefire]

No kidding.

[She doesn't put the bar down, but she does lower it a little, frowning at Wendy in contemplation.]

By that door, you should have just come out of my bedroom. Which there aren't any other entrances to. So either you're a teleporter, or someone is yanking both of us around.

[defineshinky]

Well, can a teleporter do this?

[She opens the door to show this girl her bedroom. Only it's been replaced by a Chinese restaurant.]

...

What now.

[fridgetothefire]

An illusionist could. But aping a maudlin Descartes is no way to get through life.

[She walks over, switching to carrying the bar over her should casually, like a lumberjack with an axe, giving the restaurant a faintly perturbed but also curious look.]

For science, I guess.

[She shuts the door and then reopens it.]

Is that where you came from?

[defineshinky]

[Wendy perks up at the sight of a bed, only to realize it's an Ikea.]

Not even a little.

[fridgetothefire]

...that place is huge.

I'm going to check the other door.

[she opens it and then shuts it quickly.]

Oh, yuck, definitely not the hallway.

[It's a bathroom. Judging by the smell and one hungover tramp snoring in the corner, the bathroom of a very trashy bar.]

[defineshinky]

[Wendy glimpses over her shoulder to see a toilet in the door that the girl opened.]

Wait, wait, wait!

[She scurries over, but Anya has closed it. Wendy wrenches the door open rather dramatically, only to slam it shut again when it reveals a private room for one of AGI's shady sex clubs.] Oh frakking frak.

So uh... does this happen a lot here?