 Made of Awesome | Ern-la the Best-wa | TZ's Apogee
So this was for real happening. And this class was for real going to get dropped pretty soon unless Dot figured out how to love dirt or someone started planting things for her. And mixing up her garbage!dirt. She stayed at her workstation for a very long moment as people moved around her, pulling one of her favorite scarves from her bag and wrapping it tightly around her mouth and nose.
There. No breathing, although there was still the possibility of garbage getting into the gab where her gloves met her sleeves and then there was FULL CONTACT CONTAMINATION. There was a reason she'd moved on to weaving straw into a mat the exact shape of her wooden crate. Straw wasn't contaminated.
And then it was done, and she didn't have any other thing to distract her from having to go touch the garbage. Garbage and poo. Which was worse? Which was best? Probably the dry garbage, especially since it was unlikely to smell as much or stick to her dragonhide gloves or overwhelm her gag reflex until she vommed in her scarf. Why did she think that the scarf was a good plan?
Dry material. Coffee grounds. Dot liked the scent of coffee, and the grounds still held the aroma, although sharper and a little burnt and it made her nose throb a bit. She carefully shoveled the ground into a little bucket and carried it primly to her work station. Wet material. The apple cores and corn cobs made Dot feel vommy again... she could see the teeth marks and knew they'd been in someone's mouth at some point. And the moldy cake, the bread, Merlin. Merlin NO thank you. But the orange peels. Those weren't so bad. They reminded Dot of the potpourri sachets that her gran kept tucked in with her handkerchiefs, and they smelled like breakfast. It was easy enough to pretend they'd only ever touched very clean fingers, and the bucket of orange peels were quickly added to the work station.
And the manure. It honestly didn't matter at this point, because it was all poo. Cow or chicken or what have you, it all came out of the south end of a creature, and Dot barely liked petting the north end sometimes. She'd appropriated goggles from deep in her bag, and the ends of the scarf were tucked into the goggles, and her sleeves were tucked in her gloves and her pants were tucked into her socks and shoes and she was AIR TIGHT TO POO right now. So she'd just shovel some Abraxan manure into the little bucket and take it back to... to...
There was POO ON HER GLOVE. MAN DOWN. MAN DOWN.
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