( the first thought she has when she pops out of that weird little egg is that the judge must have finally caught up with her. the second is that this can't be true, because it isn't half bad. laura rattles about the place with a curiosity that can't seem to be dampened, happy to hike up ill-fitting pants every three seconds as the trade off for getting to puzzle out a bit more about this place. )

I don't suppose there's someone making belts around here?

( she's quick to find the agriculture department, which is where laura's talents are best spent, but in those crucial early days laura makes a point to go everywhere. the aid station, the mess hall, even sanitation. always with a friendly smile, a cheerful disposition, helpful as can be, and not at all fussy about the work given to her. for all she looks a little scrawny — the malnourished kind — she's got a good work ethic, clearly used to manual labour and gross jobs. )

I'll have to figure out something to trade, but, y'know. Someone's going to see my ass before the week is out, guarantee it.

( a. ) — the chill option.
( for anyone who's seen her for more than a few minutes around here, it's quickly evident that something is different about laura. rather than doing anything that could be construed as productive, she's sat on the floor in the aid station staring at her hand with mild curiosity. when she realises that someone else has walked in, she giggles and wiggles her hand, flipping it to show the utterly normal palm she's been looking at for a while now. )

I can't feel my fingers. Am I moving them? I think I need a nap. Are you here to show me the way home?

( b. ) — the no chill option | cw: blood mention
( it's not all fun. she's not sure when exactly the place starts to fill her with dread, but at some point she walks down the hall with the intent of finding some water, only to break into a run without warning. she doesn't offer any explanation as she barrels through the camp, bolting like the devil itself is chasing her, and laura doesn't stop until she finds somewhere small and cramped to wedge herself into.

she's wheezing, she can't stop, with her head wedged between her knees and her hand jammed into her mouth to muffle as much sound as possible. she's bitten down hard enough to break skin, blood streaked across her palm and down her wrist, but laura stops long enough to hiss at anyone that might stumble upon her hiding spot. )

Get out, they're coming! Can't you hear?

i think i could make a pretty good house of cards with the bills, but i might have to glue a few together so they stand up better.
or a crazy vegas trip. either or.

(( wildcard! feel free to pull from any part of the prompts, spin off of any of them, or just go your own way and surprise me! very barebones details on laura are here. questions etc. to sharknado ))