[Stripped of context, it would make for an odd question. It might technically still qualify here, where they've posted up behind the counter devoted to watches and fine gloves—a statistically less likely stomping grounds for mannequins prone to roving through various clothing departments in their pinned on model garments—, except that it's a relatively short distance between here and one of the two bathrooms in the department store.
This had been, strictly speaking, pitched as something of a reconnaissance mission. They'd get close to one of the bathrooms, get a look at what was going on, and then make a plan on how to get access to the taps. That Maureen had brought a cooking pot with a lid along with them was just good sense. Maybe the bathroom would be empty despite heresy suggesting otherwise, and there'd be nothing standing between them and the sink faucets.
But obviously, there had been. And apparently, the plan is evolving as they speak.
Maureen is presently running a piece of cord liberated off a snowshoe through the handle of the large cooking pot. She wraps it twice around the lid's knob, then runs the lace down to the opposite handle. It's not an ideal way to seal the lid into place, but she's not planning on actually dropping anything. So it's probably fine.]
closed to vasiliy, in the valley of the dolls.
[Stripped of context, it would make for an odd question. It might technically still qualify here, where they've posted up behind the counter devoted to watches and fine gloves—a statistically less likely stomping grounds for mannequins prone to roving through various clothing departments in their pinned on model garments—, except that it's a relatively short distance between here and one of the two bathrooms in the department store.
This had been, strictly speaking, pitched as something of a reconnaissance mission. They'd get close to one of the bathrooms, get a look at what was going on, and then make a plan on how to get access to the taps. That Maureen had brought a cooking pot with a lid along with them was just good sense. Maybe the bathroom would be empty despite heresy suggesting otherwise, and there'd be nothing standing between them and the sink faucets.
But obviously, there had been. And apparently, the plan is evolving as they speak.
Maureen is presently running a piece of cord liberated off a snowshoe through the handle of the large cooking pot. She wraps it twice around the lid's knob, then runs the lace down to the opposite handle. It's not an ideal way to seal the lid into place, but she's not planning on actually dropping anything. So it's probably fine.]