Curious Chicklet Bathroom, Tuesday Late Morning (And then the Sewer)

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It was a frikkin' miracle, really, that Katchoo had managed to make it successfully into the shower on only her third try this morning, and even more of one that she'd gotten the water running, considering everything she reached for seemed to end up in bubblewrap. That was kind of annoying, especially when the shower valves got too wrapped up to grip -- it wasn't like she broke things all the time just by touching them, geez.

She wasn't sure what was annoying her more at the moment: struggling to undo the water-slicked bubblewrap around the soap, or the bubblewrapped shower door that kept flying open due to her increasingly animated attempts to get to the soapy center of the bubblewrap roll.

[OOC: For someone specific primarily, mwahahaha, but open to cabinmates if you wanna risk her wrath. Er, maybe not so much open now. Why are there no color panels of Katchoo in the shower? :( I mean, there's great black and white ones, but . . .]

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When she didn't hear footsteps outside the bathroom door after a few moments, Katchoo let the full-force smirk she'd been holding in out to play, really hoping he'd actually ended up in a dumpster.

She finally shut off the water and gathered up her toiletries to head back to her alcove and get dressed, allowing herself a brief fistpump of victory(!) when she made it without the scenic detour. She'd gotten jeans and a bra on when she knocked the bottle of shampoo over, and it rolled across the cabin floor so of course she had to go get it and --

Well, hello there, sewers. Bubblewrapped sewers. And a shower gone to waste.

"God frikkin' --" The rest of the very long expletive string wasn't fit for public consumption in most civilized cultures.