People tell me to be flawless

[gilttrip]

[The thing about being dropped into some other dimension is that none of your family's wealth and prestige follows you there. Pacficia's still trying to decide if this is a bad thing or not. On one hand, she could use the money, on the other... she hasn't been too fond of her family's background as of late.

Still, whatever change of heart she's had, it doesn't make the transition from spoiled rich kid to nameless nobody any easier. Suddenly, she has to do everything on her own, from earning a wage to keeping her sparsely decorated apartment clean. The last couple of weeks have been a struggle, leaving her feeling useless, confused, demoralized, and lonely all at once. There isn't much she can do to dissipate those feelings, not when everyone else stuck here is a stranger to her, so the laundry machines become her distraction for the day.

In a way, it works: the bubbles that begin surging out from the washer's lid promptly make her forget all her troubles. She gives a little shriek when her attempts at shutting the thing off only get bubbles into her hair, and she finally gives up. Pacifica runs toward the laundry room door, nearly smacking into the person trying to enter it.]

I can't get it to stop! [Pacifica latches onto the guy immediately, hoping he'll know what to do. A Northwest is supposed to be beyond asking for help, but this is an emergency!]