Room 424, Saturday Morning
Feb. 8th, 2009 02:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notahostageWendy frowned as she woke up in a room that more closely resembled a broom-closet than her penthouse suite at Fatboy Industries HQ. Her mood barely improved as she took in the frankly garish art covering half the closet's walls and then took a deep nosedive as a quick rifle through of the night-stand revealed a student ID in her name and a familiar looking watch.
Well, wasn't that just perfect?
Not only had she somehow managed to swap places with her goody-two-shoes parallel universe self, but she was back in [bleep]ing high school.
[OOC: Wendy is now Wendy from an evil parallel universe! Establishly.]
Well, wasn't that just perfect?
Not only had she somehow managed to swap places with her goody-two-shoes parallel universe self, but she was back in [bleep]ing high school.
[OOC: Wendy is now Wendy from an evil parallel universe! Establishly.]
