outofthequiver | Room 232; Wednesday Morning [08/03].

Libby felt she'd done a pretty good job of shaking off all those uncomfortable feelings that last weekend had given her, and she was fairly certainly that the Wednesday activity in the park would help even further, but, just to make sure, she was spending that morning, sitting on her bed and hunched over her phone as she texted Zo about it and got her perspective on it.

There definitely weren't very many people back home she could text something like almost everyone wound up as their selves from twenty years in the future except for me and now I'm worried that I don't even have a future and have them not even blink an eye over it, but also respond, without hesitation, that maybe Libby's future was so awesome, that it would have just blown everyone's minds, so, for everyone's safety and well-being, she stayed herself.

Libby strongly doubted that, but she did appreciate the sentiment, and the two of them eventually devolved into their usual idle chatter, until Libby realized that if she didn't get going soon, she was going to miss the activity entirely.

So she told Zo why she had to go, which then just sucked her right back into some speculation about how terrible the shirt she was going to get this week would.

Oh, she was so going to be late getting to the park, but it was worth it, for some of Zo's ideas on what horrors in clothing might await Libby today.

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Vi didn't usually get this wrapped up in her own head, that she still hadn't noticed anything strange had happened over the weekend, but, well, usually she didn't fuck up this badly either.

For the second Wednesday in a row she lay on her bed looking at the ceiling and not going to the park in case Steph was there.

Hopefully, then, Vi hadn't minded the constant barrage of two separate tones of vwoops that punctuated the conversation Libby was having from her own bed, because Libby was definitely the type who had no idea how to change the default sound settings on her phone or even think to just turn the volume down a little.

But, eventually, the vwoops did cease, and Libby, after making a small sound of surprise in noticing the time and that she needed to get moving if she wanted to get a snack before the activities started, started to slide off her bed to grab her clothes for activities to go change.

But then paused, with a hesitation, as she looked over at Vi. She was pretty sure you didn't even have to be that perceptive to know that she'd been feeling a little down lately, and Libby felt a stab of guilt for being caught up in her own stuff to the point where she hadn't really done nearly as much to help with that.

Sure, maybe Vi didn't even want the help, but she should at least try, shouldn't she?

So, she tilted her head and asked, "Were you going to go to the park today, Vi?"

Honestly, the rhythm of the vwoops, was almost soothing, and it was nice to know that some people hadn't just imploded their friendships. Vi rolled onto her stomach to look at Libby.

"Nah," she said with a faked casualness. "It's not really my scene." Just ignore the fact she'd been more or less enthusiastically taking part all summer.

There were a lot of things that Vi had seemed enthusiastic about (in her own Vi way) that she just seemed to have lost interest and energy for this last week, and Libby bit her lip a little, nervous and uncertain, before she tried a faint smile.

"But just think about what kind of awesome shirt you'll be missing out on!" she tried, mostly because she had her own building collection of terrible shirts on her mind at the moment.

Vi would argue she was plenty enthusiastic about punching things if she didn't know just how well that wouldn't go down.

"I've already got more shirts than I know what to do with." Which wasn't even that much of a lie, she had more clothes now than she'd ever had in her life. "Look, you should go, have fun."

"You could go and have fun, too," Libby pointed out, trying to sound convincing. "It'd definitely be more fun if you were there, too, Vi."

And good for her, too, maybe, to possibly find a nice distraction...not just for Vi, either, but for herself, now, too. She was starting to get a little worried, but, well, this was definitely pretty beyond her experience...

It was actually beyond Vi's experience too, since the closest thing she'd had to a relationship before this... well, if she wasn't sure how well Libby would take with what wasn't going on with Steph, with her weirdness about sex, she certainly wasn't going to share that.

"I just don't want to drag anyone else's mood down." One person's in particular. If she was there.

"You wouldn't," Libby insisted, although softly, with a hopeful kind of smile on her face. "In fact, it might make some people's," hers, she was talking about hers, especially since she couldn't exactly speak for anyone else, but for her, it would be true, "better..."

But guilt was hardly a tactic she was comfortable leaning into, so, even though she said that much, she also added, "But I can understand if you'd rather not. Maybe I could text you, or something, if it ends up being something really good, though?"

It almost certainly would not be, but you never knew!

Libby mightn't have been comfortable using it, but guilt was a tactic that Vi was very susceptible too. "I guess," she said, unsure, pushing up off the bed.

And the fact that it seemed to have have had some successful sway in Vi's response made Libby feel even worse about it, and she shifted a little uncomfortably, turning to go back to getting her clothes that were better suited for the activities than her usual long skirts and blouses.

And she was about to make a counterargument, to insist that it probably wasn't going to be anything really good, anyway, but turning at that moment seemed to be a bit much for her. She felt a little dizzy all of a sudden, a reminder that she should hurry up anyway, because she should eat something before things got started.

Especially since she felt her knees buckle a little, and she lost her balance all of a sudden, as if she simply could not maintain standing on her own two legs anymore.

Mostly because there were four legs now, and a very tiny and confused lamb standing there were Libby just was, letting out an incredibly confused little bleat.

Vi stared at the Libby-lamb for several long moments. "Oh, fuck me."

At least this could not possibly go worse than it had with Steph?

And the confused Libby-lamb just sort of stared back for a moment, until that muttered little curse seemed to have inspired at least a few more bleats in response, before there was absolutely prancing forward across the room over to Vi.

The next bleat sounded a little expectant. Maybe curious. Expectant or curious about what seemed a little uncertain, but those big eyes looking up at Vi were undeniably imploring.

Vi scrubbed her face for several more moments before sighing. "Fine, Libs, we'll go to the park."

Though she went to throw a spare shirt and pair of trousers in a bag first in case this was a very temporary case of being small and wooly.

The next little bleat that escaped Libby sounded like a particularly happy one, although as to what degree that had anything to do with what was happening beyond just getting to prance around behind Vi as she moved was anyone's guess. The level of cognizant awareness with these sorts of things tended to vary wildly between individuals, but Libbly seemed pleased as punch to just sort of prance after Vi wherever she went now.

Which in this case, was the park.

Room 232; Wednesday Morning [08/03].

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