07-23-2017, 06:55 PM
Luci is very high. She melts into the bathroom stall, becoming a two dimensional graffiti art version of herself, her colors still swirling softly, her graffiti owl perched on her shoulder. After a time, a painting of a neon-pink squirrel comes racing through the air vent. Like Luci and Mr. Owl, the squirrel travels on the walls of the bathroom, in the two dimensional graffiti plane.
Luci extends an arm and the little pink squirrel climbs up, huffing and puffing, until it gets to Luci’s unoccupied shoulder.
“They’re on the way,” he squeaks. Luci nods, and pets the line drawing of the squirrel. She takes a deep breath, and steps off the wall and back into reality.
She changes shape, and walks off the wall as a blonde bombshell, in a tube top and miniskirt.
She walks back out of the restricted section calmly, even smiling at the Wookie guard, who never noticed anything less than the fact he had never let that woman enter.
Luci extends an arm and the little pink squirrel climbs up, huffing and puffing, until it gets to Luci’s unoccupied shoulder.
“They’re on the way,” he squeaks. Luci nods, and pets the line drawing of the squirrel. She takes a deep breath, and steps off the wall and back into reality.
She changes shape, and walks off the wall as a blonde bombshell, in a tube top and miniskirt.
She walks back out of the restricted section calmly, even smiling at the Wookie guard, who never noticed anything less than the fact he had never let that woman enter.
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