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ten_fwd2015-02-21 10:47 pm
distractionwaffles) wrote in ten_fwd2015-02-21 10:47 pm
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OTA - A possibly insane city councilwoman arrives
"Oh! You... turned our dining room into that weird space bar, wow."
Anyone who'd witnessed Leslie appearing right in the middle of Ten Forward, might be just a little confused with her statement. Even more so when she ignores any stares or confused expressions, and continues while doing a really awful job of faking enthusiasm.
"This is... amazing? I mean, I don't really know what to say. I'd like to know where our walls are, and the table, but it's still impressive. Where did you find all the people, honey?" She turns, thinking she's going to find her stupidly grinning husband behind her, but instead there's a just a window full of stars. "Ben...?"
She twirls around, scanning the entire room as fast as she can, while going over the last few minutes in her mind. Her husband had covered her eyes, and led her into their dining room, promising to show her something amazing. Then she was here.
"Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no!"
It's finally happened! The sugar, constant work, and all too frequent role plays have finally destroyed her mind. She's actually IN one of the fantasies. Where is she in the real world?
She puts a hand out in front of her, waving cautiously into the empty air. She's probably in the hospital. Ben definitely would have taken her to a hospital if she'd had a stroke, right? So why isn't she feeling a bed rail, or an IV stand? Do they still use stands somewhere like in old TV shows? She'd have to ask Ann next time they talked. IF THEY EVER DO AGAIN.
"Oh Ann, you sweet, misguided, and perfect nurse shark. I'm so sorry I fell into a coma. I hope that you and Ben both stand at my bedside, each holding one of my hands, and stop living your lives completely until I wake up!"
Anyone who'd witnessed Leslie appearing right in the middle of Ten Forward, might be just a little confused with her statement. Even more so when she ignores any stares or confused expressions, and continues while doing a really awful job of faking enthusiasm.
"This is... amazing? I mean, I don't really know what to say. I'd like to know where our walls are, and the table, but it's still impressive. Where did you find all the people, honey?" She turns, thinking she's going to find her stupidly grinning husband behind her, but instead there's a just a window full of stars. "Ben...?"
She twirls around, scanning the entire room as fast as she can, while going over the last few minutes in her mind. Her husband had covered her eyes, and led her into their dining room, promising to show her something amazing. Then she was here.
"Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no!"
It's finally happened! The sugar, constant work, and all too frequent role plays have finally destroyed her mind. She's actually IN one of the fantasies. Where is she in the real world?
She puts a hand out in front of her, waving cautiously into the empty air. She's probably in the hospital. Ben definitely would have taken her to a hospital if she'd had a stroke, right? So why isn't she feeling a bed rail, or an IV stand? Do they still use stands somewhere like in old TV shows? She'd have to ask Ann next time they talked. IF THEY EVER DO AGAIN.
"Oh Ann, you sweet, misguided, and perfect nurse shark. I'm so sorry I fell into a coma. I hope that you and Ben both stand at my bedside, each holding one of my hands, and stop living your lives completely until I wake up!"