Liberty "Libby" Hazlett (
outofthequiver) wrote2022-08-03 05:27 am
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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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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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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.
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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?"
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"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.
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"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.
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"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."
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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...
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"I just don't want to drag anyone else's mood down." One person's in particular. If she was there.
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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!
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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.
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At least this could not possibly go worse than it had with Steph?
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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.
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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.
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