June 30th, morning, video

[realimperfect]

 
[ Have one Re-l Mayer, standing in front of her apartment window, one well-manicured thumb nail between her teeth. She didn't do well with being cooped up after a trip to the Clinic, and though weather seemed like a more ample excuse.... The way she's glaring at the blowing sand in the air out the window, it might all combust and turn in to glass at any moment instead of lodging itself in to her hair, eyes, and clothes like the last time she bothered to go out in it.

... Maybe that's just being hopeful. ]

So what is it that we're meant to do until this sandstorm blows over? I'm still much too used to regulated dome weather and... nuclear winter.. to know what the hell to do with all of this or how to waste my time doing anything but work.

That is, of course, unless the neighbors in Fatality Condominiums would like to throw an indoor 'block party' to occupy our time with. [ Throwing a party with both your bosses - prime way to get some kudos, right? She seems to realize something, all over again, as their new dog runs through the apartment, chasing after a ball - ]

Not to mention.... does anyone know of any covered areas to take the dog out to the bathroom? I have yet to find one..