[ there'd been an abundance of negative energy on the train from the other orbers, related to something or other with the loss of their powers. it'd been the opposite for rita who'd had the most jolly time, free from the prison of her atrocious abilities, free from the anxiety of potentially becoming a ball of slime every time she so much as breathed.
the moment she'd returned to the station, her body had nearly melted on the spot, managing to escape on clumpy legs to her room just in time before being spotted by the others, giving her the space to quite literally pull herself back together into looking like a proper person again.
hours it had taken, but rita farr eventually makes her way to the kitchen, no imperfection in sight, even if it's taking all of herself to stay looking like that.
she needs a drink, probably. a good martini. a gin and tonic. anything to cope with the loss of those few days of bliss β though the moment she gets there, she finds someone's already beaten her to it, her brow raising at the woman chugging down her glass. ]
Am I intruding on a private little toast or is there free entry for company?
quit your job;
the moment she'd returned to the station, her body had nearly melted on the spot, managing to escape on clumpy legs to her room just in time before being spotted by the others, giving her the space to quite literally pull herself back together into looking like a proper person again.
hours it had taken, but rita farr eventually makes her way to the kitchen, no imperfection in sight, even if it's taking all of herself to stay looking like that.
she needs a drink, probably. a good martini. a gin and tonic. anything to cope with the loss of those few days of bliss β though the moment she gets there, she finds someone's already beaten her to it, her brow raising at the woman chugging down her glass. ]
Am I intruding on a private little toast or is there free entry for company?