004;

[culver]

[this is clearly shot in the chemistry block, because there is water dripping from the ceiling and seeping through the baseboards. nill has the a.c.e. in one hand, and a pile of blankets in the other. she's trying to reorganize things on her side of the room she shares with laura so their possessions don't get soaked. there are a few fancy dresses shoved up on a shelf, as well as a gun and a kinfe.

nill herself is dressed far too impractically for what she's trying to do, but it isn't as if she has a lot of clothing to choose from. she's on her tip-toes, her thumb having slipped over the a.c.e.'s video function as she tries to keep it and the blankets in her other arm from the water that is rapidly pooling on the floor. she steps first across a chair and then up to a desk, and her foot lands in a puddle on the tabletop.

immediately, she slips. the blankets go flying as she windmills her arms to keep her balance, her wings flaring and flapping behind her. still, she falls into the water back-first, still managing to keep the a.c.e. above the waterline if not the rest of her.

nill sits up, soaked from the crown of her blonde head all the way down to her mary janes. her wings flap out uselessly behind her, the feathers slapping wetly against her back. only now does she realize the a.c.e. is recording, and she figures she might as well finish this shitty day off with a concise message:]

This sucks.