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[ It was a bit hard to miss the effects of this flood; as soon as she'd awoken, well. Drenched in sweat and a t-shirt that didn't fit quite right anymore, she'd showered and perhaps taken a bit longer than usual to find some sort of way to adjust to this newfound - body. Afterwards, she'd thrown on a flannel that was too large for her, rolled at the sleeves, tucked into a pair of slacks that are belted firmly about her hips.

It wouldn't do to make a fuss over the network about it like everyone else was. She steals her way into the kitchen, glasses pressed firmly up her nose as she gets a banana, some coffee, and she tries to slip out relatively unnoticed.

But it's mostly the library she flocks to today, large and open and easily avoidable for the likes of most of anyone she could end up coming across. It's not that she's embarrassed. It's just that - Well, yes, she's got some degree of embarrassment. Being a female is a strange new world with which he obviously has no experience, and so Wilona does what Will does - she finds somewhere secluded, and she escapes.

Specifically, she sits cross-legged in one of the aisles with a textbook in her lap, sipping irritably at a coffee, because fuck you and your rules about food and drink in the library. ]


( feel free to come across wil in the kitchen, the library, her cellroom, or anywhere in between where she might be wandering throughout the day! replies will be coming from mirrortouched. )