Room 507, Thursday afternoon
May. 4th, 2006 03:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nadiathesaintWhen Nadia got back up to her room after lunch, she was pleased to discover that her door was now opening and closing as it should with only a soft, melancholy, woody sigh.
She was not so pleased to discover all of her clothing sitting in the middle of the floor, covered in goopy pink fabric softener and lint, with an anonymous note sitting on top, telling her that if she ever went after the laundry machines again, they knew where she lived and that she had a cat.
Which was slightly more than moderately disconcerting.
And meant that the only clean clothes she had were the ones she was wearing . . . and this wasn't even her shirt.
If she handwashed it all right now, there was a remote possibility some of it would be dry by morning. Maybe. If the humidity stayed down.
Crap.
She was not so pleased to discover all of her clothing sitting in the middle of the floor, covered in goopy pink fabric softener and lint, with an anonymous note sitting on top, telling her that if she ever went after the laundry machines again, they knew where she lived and that she had a cat.
Which was slightly more than moderately disconcerting.
And meant that the only clean clothes she had were the ones she was wearing . . . and this wasn't even her shirt.
If she handwashed it all right now, there was a remote possibility some of it would be dry by morning. Maybe. If the humidity stayed down.
Crap.
