MCA #5, Friday Evening

Jenny was coming to visit tomorrow. No fighting her, apparently, though God knew Sarah had tried. She didn't need any bloody visitors at this time! But the administration had cocked up and sent Jenny an invitation, and there was no stopping her when she got the idea of cheering someone up in her head.

But at least she wasn't showing up today.

Not that Sarah was doing much of anything. She'd had a random idea about going off the island, to some bar no one knew her at, to see if she could go on the pull like she had –– well, a long, long time ago. However, the furthest she'd gotten with that was trying on an oooold dress. Which, yeah, unsurprisingly was a lot tighter on her than it used to be, though on the plus side, at least her rack looked bloody phenomenal once she'd squeezed herself into it.

Of course, after taking a moment to admire herself in the mirror (or have mixed feelings at herself in the mirror), she just flopped down onto her couch.

The mainland was too far away.

[ooc: Open. IDEK.]