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Vignette - Twitch
Dramatis Personae Paige
In Absentia	2016-12-12 '
Location <NYC> Harbor Commons - Third Floor - Lower East Side
The stairs and the elevator here unload people onto opposing sides of a balcony, a wide sweep of space overlooking the stories below. Above the roof skylight pours light down through all three floors of the building, while looking down there is a straight view past the second floor balcony and down to the entrance foyer. The rooms here wrap themselves around the central balcony, with rooms for music practice and arts and crafts taking up one stretch of hallway, while sleeping quarters for visitors dot the rest. Up here there are not two but three single-user gender-neutral bathrooms, near the sleeping quarters; like the basement bathrooms, these have shower stalls in them. Two sides of the balcony hold an entrance into the large climbing-maze that leads down through the center of the house, for those who think the stairs or elevator is too prosaic. Hot water batters Paige's body as she relaxes in the shower, head bowed and eyes closed. With her head bowed and eyes closed, she breathes in the steam - an arm extended, hand braced against the wall, in order to maintain her stability. It's something that has become harder as of late; thickening keratin around what remain of her toes have made her 'feet' rather prone to slipping. Shampoo bubbles rinse out of her hair as the water drums against sore muscles. The horned woman can feel her feet slipping very slowly out from under her and eases down into a sitting position at the bottom of the shower. Letting out a sigh, she opens her eyes and reaches her arms towards her deformed lower limbs. Her hands begin to knead the area above what now could practically be considered hooves. Paige winces as a strong twinge of pain shoots through one foot, a somewhat squeezing sensation registering in her brain. A few minutes pass before the blonde girl appears satisfied with her massaging. She stands herself up and turns the handle to stop the flow of water. Another twinge of pain lances through a foot and she lets her head fall forward, horns gently thunking beneath the showerhead. Taking a deep breath, she turns to leave the shower as singular drops of water continue to slowly fall from the showerhead. Paige lets out a sharp gasp as one such droplet hits her ear and an involuntary muscle movement flicks the offending liquid away. At the risk of losing her balance, hands fly up to cover the ear while she stumbles out of the shower onto the bathmat. Staring at herself in the mirror, she takes a few deep breathes. Changes in her ears had been previously noted, but most of her attention lately had been focused on her feet. Slowly lowering her ears, she leans forward and gently probes her ears. The pointed tips have begun to fold over and extend to the sides, stretching the bottoms of her ears with them. They now clearly poke through her hair, protruding over an inch. A look of disgust passes quickly over her face, her expression contorting into one of anguish as her face reddens. She sits on the toilet and grabs a towel, burying her face into it as the plush fabric soaks up the tears that spill from her eyes. An errant hair tickles one of her ears, causing it to twitch again.