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ft_directory) wrote2010-10-17 03:30 am
ft_directory) wrote2010-10-17 03:30 am
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Vail Ski Resort | Sunday Morning, 10/17
The Fandomites' last morning in Vail dawned cool and clear, the resort warm enough to get by with a light jacket, the slopes above frosty and crisp.
The portal back to Fandom would arrive after lunch, so now was time for packing, last-minute souvenir-shopping, or one final lift up the mountain to the wonderful land of snow-sports.
Or alternatively, freaking the heck out in your hotel room because Fandom knows no boundaries of distance or decency when it comes to attacking its current and former residents in their sleep to leave ladybits where manbits used to be, and manbits where... you get the picture.
So might the maid, if you forgot to leave the Do Not Disturb sign out.
[ OCD is up! | Hotel Rooms | Centre V | Tavern on the Square | RockResorts Spa | Other Activities at the Arrabelle | Skiing and Snowboarding | Snow Tubing | Snow-Shoeing | Shopping | Outside Dining | OOC]
The portal back to Fandom would arrive after lunch, so now was time for packing, last-minute souvenir-shopping, or one final lift up the mountain to the wonderful land of snow-sports.
Or alternatively, freaking the heck out in your hotel room because Fandom knows no boundaries of distance or decency when it comes to attacking its current and former residents in their sleep to leave ladybits where manbits used to be, and manbits where... you get the picture.
So might the maid, if you forgot to leave the Do Not Disturb sign out.
[ OCD is up! | Hotel Rooms | Centre V | Tavern on the Square | RockResorts Spa | Other Activities at the Arrabelle | Skiing and Snowboarding | Snow Tubing | Snow-Shoeing | Shopping | Outside Dining | OOC]
Room 218
Something was niggling in her brain, but she could ignore it. It wasn't important. Probably something annoying and stupid.
Her feet were tangled in the covers, so she kicked them free and shifted her hips and stretched one arm over her head. Come on. Not waking up yet. Still early.
More fussing with the covers led to her brushing her arm against her chest, which was -- decidedly flat. Wait a minute. Where did her boobs go?
Against her better judgment, she cracked one eye open and peered down at her self. No boobs. Flat chest. Wisps of hair.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," she groaned. She was still asleep. She had to be. Stupid lame-assed dreams. ... Please?