March 1, 2019

The shower room was crowded and I was searching for an empty stall. I overheard some people talking about the impact having a little brother had on their life. An interface of emotional reactions in a blue frame came up for me but some options were blocked off.

I finally found an unused spot at the end of the hall and found out why it was empty. The shower head was broken. Water was coming out where the head met the tube and there was no way of sealing the gap.

I ended up checking into a hotel room for my quest to find a shower. It was a room on the first floor and one-way glass for walls. There were clear window shades with large enough blinds for “special guests” to slip into the room. There was no separation between the shower and bedroom.

The room did not feel private in any manner, but I took off my clothes and turned on the water anyways. I thought I was alone in the room but when I turned around, someone on the bed was offering sexual services in exchange for money. Handjobs were free, apparently. I turned down the offers - I was late for class and got dressed after drying myself off.

At least I thought I was headed for class. I was now at a elementary school reunion and people were standing around chatting in the lobby of the hotel. A classmate asked where we got the bodysuits we were wearing and someone next to me said that they were provided in the backpacks that were handed to everyone. I heard someone humming the character select theme from Melee in the distance.