Monday, pool [Eventually Clover is going to be forced to function past her complete lack of impulse control and acknowledge and be upset by this time garbage, but now is not that time. She's riding the high of invulnerability and now is not even close to that time, instead now is the time to disregard absolutely everyone else in or near the pool and cannonball right in.
No one so tiny should be able to splash so much water all over the place.]
Wednesday, outside [Hey, look who's dressed appropriately for the weather for once! Kind of. She should probably be wearing real boots but those heels of hers give her too much extra height for her to imagine giving them up.
The cabin fever's finally getting to her something fierce, though. If her having spent the past, god, who the hell even knows anymore, trudging around in the snow back and forth between different buildings looking pissy wasn't indication enough, her stopping to yell in frustration and kick a pile of snow will probably do the trick.]
Ugh! I've been out of things to do for weeks! [She shakes snow off her long skirt as aggressively as someone can do something like that. It's like she's been practicing.] No wi-fi and all the time in the world. This is hell. This is literally hell.
Thursday, kitchen [Okay, so, trying to cook like this? Nnnoooooot her best idea. Rarely does Clover really have a good idea, but this was not her best idea. It's easy to forget about whatever you've got going in the oven when your pot of water on the stove is taking three days to start boiling.
So there's smoke billowing out of the kitchen door right now. Inside there's water spraying down from the ceiling even though there's not actually a visible sprinkler system even when the smoke isn't obscuring everything. And if you listen closely you can hear high-pitched squeaky shrieking and swearing.]
Throughout the week, various [Hey, hey you. The person doing pretty much anything that isn't just, like, standing around or eating. People doing actual activities. People in transit between doing actual activities, even. Here comes Clover, heels going clickclickclick as she skitters over.]
Hey! Hey, what's going on over here? Up to something interesting? [Not having to worry about her safety means she's already trying to figure out a way to butt her way into everything going on ever, because goodness gracious is she getting bored.]
Wildcard [Clover can be found everywhere all the time, desperately trying to find something to do and/or making a nuisance of herself in general because it's still really cool that acts of violence just, like, bounce off of her, that's amazing get over here and hit her. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE hit me up on Plurk if you need anything!]
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[Eventually Clover is going to be forced to function past her complete lack of impulse control and acknowledge and be upset by this time garbage, but now is not that time. She's riding the high of invulnerability and now is not even close to that time, instead now is the time to disregard absolutely everyone else in or near the pool and cannonball right in.
No one so tiny should be able to splash so much water all over the place.]
Wednesday, outside
[Hey, look who's dressed appropriately for the weather for once! Kind of. She should probably be wearing real boots but those heels of hers give her too much extra height for her to imagine giving them up.
The cabin fever's finally getting to her something fierce, though. If her having spent the past, god, who the hell even knows anymore, trudging around in the snow back and forth between different buildings looking pissy wasn't indication enough, her stopping to yell in frustration and kick a pile of snow will probably do the trick.]
Ugh! I've been out of things to do for weeks! [She shakes snow off her long skirt as aggressively as someone can do something like that. It's like she's been practicing.] No wi-fi and all the time in the world. This is hell. This is literally hell.
Thursday, kitchen
[Okay, so, trying to cook like this? Nnnoooooot her best idea. Rarely does Clover really have a good idea, but this was not her best idea. It's easy to forget about whatever you've got going in the oven when your pot of water on the stove is taking three days to start boiling.
So there's smoke billowing out of the kitchen door right now. Inside there's water spraying down from the ceiling even though there's not actually a visible sprinkler system even when the smoke isn't obscuring everything. And if you listen closely you can hear high-pitched squeaky shrieking and swearing.]
Throughout the week, various
[Hey, hey you. The person doing pretty much anything that isn't just, like, standing around or eating. People doing actual activities. People in transit between doing actual activities, even. Here comes Clover, heels going clickclickclick as she skitters over.]
Hey! Hey, what's going on over here? Up to something interesting? [Not having to worry about her safety means she's already trying to figure out a way to butt her way into everything going on ever, because goodness gracious is she getting bored.]
Wildcard
[Clover can be found everywhere all the time, desperately trying to find something to do and/or making a nuisance of herself in general because it's still really cool that acts of violence just, like, bounce off of her, that's amazing get over here and hit her. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE hit me up on Plurk if you need anything!]