April could say that this was the strangest day she'd ever had, and probably nobody here would doubt her. For most people, it would be a completely accurate statement—It wasn't like most people opened the bathroom door and found themselves in surreal luxury hotels surrounded by strangers from other dimensions. So yeah, April could say it was her strangest day, but in truth, if you set the whole dimension-hopping part aside, this was the most normal day she'd had in weeks.
She was at a garden party. With people in sandals and lemonade. Nobody was trying to kill her and there wasn't even any pizza.
…Okay, so maybe it actually was kind of weird, now that she thought about it.
The door that had brought her to this place had promptly disappeared, and the smiling people at the front desk had told her to be patient, so here she was, in jeans shorts and yellow t-shirt, clutching a glass of lemonade as condensation dripped over her fingers. She was trying, to mixed results, to remember how to interact with people who were, well, people, and not green or covered in fur or carrying deadly weapons.
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She was at a garden party. With people in sandals and lemonade. Nobody was trying to kill her and there wasn't even any pizza.
…Okay, so maybe it actually was kind of weird, now that she thought about it.
The door that had brought her to this place had promptly disappeared, and the smiling people at the front desk had told her to be patient, so here she was, in jeans shorts and yellow t-shirt, clutching a glass of lemonade as condensation dripped over her fingers. She was trying, to mixed results, to remember how to interact with people who were, well, people, and not green or covered in fur or carrying deadly weapons.