Alice paused in her sandwich preparations as a resounding crash echoed down the hall, followed by a plaintive "Aw, crud!" from her newest roommate.
Frowning slightly, she finished the final assembly, dropped the butter knife in the sink, and ambled down the hall towards the ruckus, sandwiches in hand.
"Problem?" she inquired from the doorway.
Sammy looked up. She was bent over, holding a double armful of... well, 'stuff' was the only word Alice could bring to mind.
"There's just so -much- of it, Alice!" Sammy plopped on the bed, still holding the assemblage of junk. "The shelf couldn't hold it
all...." She gestured with her chin at the broken bracket hanging on the wall.
"What -is- it all?" Alice inquired, taking a bite of her sandwich.
"Some old lady's wedding band, a bunch of funky-looking shotgun shells, a tin whistle that supposedly calls a warwolf -- who'd want one of those,
ick? -- a revolver..." Sammy ticked items off one by one as she set them on the bed next to her. "And that's just from one -day-!" She
looked at Alice plaintively. "Where am I supposed to keep it all?"
Alice grinned and stepped into the room, offering Sammy the other sandwich. "Striga?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, they like giving you stuff there." Alice sat down next to her friend. "Don't worry, it'll only get worse."
"Oh, ok -- hey!"
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
Frowning slightly, she finished the final assembly, dropped the butter knife in the sink, and ambled down the hall towards the ruckus, sandwiches in hand.
"Problem?" she inquired from the doorway.
Sammy looked up. She was bent over, holding a double armful of... well, 'stuff' was the only word Alice could bring to mind.
"There's just so -much- of it, Alice!" Sammy plopped on the bed, still holding the assemblage of junk. "The shelf couldn't hold it
all...." She gestured with her chin at the broken bracket hanging on the wall.
"What -is- it all?" Alice inquired, taking a bite of her sandwich.
"Some old lady's wedding band, a bunch of funky-looking shotgun shells, a tin whistle that supposedly calls a warwolf -- who'd want one of those,
ick? -- a revolver..." Sammy ticked items off one by one as she set them on the bed next to her. "And that's just from one -day-!" She
looked at Alice plaintively. "Where am I supposed to keep it all?"
Alice grinned and stepped into the room, offering Sammy the other sandwich. "Striga?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, they like giving you stuff there." Alice sat down next to her friend. "Don't worry, it'll only get worse."
"Oh, ok -- hey!"
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs