The Higher Education Training Exercise Experience

Wendy hadn't really had any intention of going to Prom last night anyway, but at least staying in to look after Weechee had just provided a better excuse than trying to avoid anyone who might have seen her turn as Sabrina yesterday.

So, caffeinated and free of hangovers, Wendy picked up her copy of The Big Book of Post-Modern Art For Kids! and started explaining the finer points of abstract expressionism to the wokling, completely oblivious to anything unusual happening on the island.

[Open for one in particular, but also in general.]

Wendy was bored, and since she didn't have either Mama or Daddy around to enforce stupid rules about bedtime, that meant she had to make her own entertainment.

Which was why she was putting the finishing touches on a costume.

She was going to be a superhero!

She was going to to fight crime!

[Open, sure.]

While Wendy was a morning person, it would be less than honest to say she fired on every single cylinder before she got around to having her caffeine. Which was why at first she didn't notice anything too amiss when she got out of bed, and stretched, one hand rubbing over her stubble as she yawned.

She paused and rubbed her hand over her stubble again, before opening her eyes fully and looking down at herself. "Dude, I'm a dude," she said. "And tall!" Yes, that last part was the more important thing as far as Wendy was concerned.

[open, especially to teh roomie]