[MaC] And So it Begins ... Majorie

[Heather Mace]

Marjorie hurried into the building and up the first flight of
stairs, her uniform and shoes covered with dust.  ~What a
day!~ she thought wearily.  Pauline was out with a twisted
ankle, so she had to spot her route as well as her own.

And now she had to get ready for the party upstairs, too.

She opened up her flat, #3, and hurried in.  At least these
rooms had a private bath with running water.  Much nicer that
Scarlet's flat over by the underground entrance.  She had
to share with everyone on the floor.  Rotten, that.  Now if
she could get some nice shampoo...

Marjorie pulled off her helmet and shook out her short brown
curls.  Bother wearing this hot thing.  It did nothing for
her hair she fretted as she grabbed her hairbrush and tried
to brush some life back into her hair.  Bother...  Marjorie
frowned at the mirror.  Nope... no hope for it she thought
sadly.  She was going to have to go to the party with her
hair like this.  Unless...

She opened her satchel, pulled out a faded cream dress and
a few boxes.  One of the things about working for the post
was sometimes they found flats who's occupants were no
longer with them anymore.  Most stuff went to the churches
and charities.  But occasionally the post workers got a
few things from such places.  Marjorie squelched a bit of
guilt.  No... she didn't -rob- anyone she told herself.  It
wasn't like there was next of kin, they checked.  It's just..
it was hard to get things in times like these.  She lifted
one of the small boxes, opened it up, and pulled out a
handful of hair pins.  Yes!  Problem solved.

Marjorie quickly washed her hands and face and neck, put
on the cream satin dress.  A little tight in the front,
but that was ok Marjorie thought as she adjusted it.
Made her look more like a movie star.  She quickly pinned
her hair up and back.  Much, much better.  A little
lipstick, a little powder.  Why.. she hadn't looked this
good since before the war!  Marjorie smiled at the mirror.

She heard the door above her flat open and close.  Oswald
and Lucinda must be on their way up to the party already!
Get a move on, Marjorie!

She pulled her only good pair of stockings on and slipped
into her shoes, ignoring the protests of her tired feet.
After all, it was a party!

Flat key in her pocket.  Anything else?  Nope.  With a
bounce in her step she left the flat.  Bother... the lift
was just going up!  She could wait the minutes it would
take for it to come back, or... she sighed, looked at the
stairs.  Right.  Marjorie started up the stairs.  All the
way up to the fifth floor.  She paused for a moment at the
top landing to give herself a moment to catch her breath,
ignoring the twinge in her side.


<tag anyone else arriving on the fifth floor>