Rejuvenate.

Lights rise to reveal a disheveled looking woman sitting at a desk typing away rather halfheartedly. Her hair is quite raggedy, her whole body quite slumped and cramped, her she stops typing to close her eyes and rub her forehead pushing her gross hair back out of her way haphazardly as well. A man with coffee mug in hand enters SL and approaches her with an almost elegant sway in his step. He reaches her desk, and stands with one hand holding his coffee slightly forward and the other resting on his arm. The woman does not look up.

Man

You up for a round of mini-golf after work today, Janice? A couple of the guys and I were thinking off heading over and figured we should see if anyone else was interested.

Without even looking up Janice simply replies with a slight grunt… no answer can be discerned from the nature of the grunt. The Man looks confused for a moment.

Oh… ah… alright then. We’ll have to make it another time.

The man walks away, and Janice has no change in behavior. Lights fade.

Lights rise to reveal a small little apartment. Neatly kept, a small sofa being the focal point of the living room, and a door behind it. Janice enters shuffling from SL, still disheveled. She makes straight for the door behind the sofa and begins to take off her top shirt gracelessly as she enters and shuts it behind her. The sound of running water begins to be heard along with a burst of music. Beat. After a moment Janice’s voice can be heard starting to sing along with the music. Slowly the excitement and commitment to the song can be heard strengthening in her voice. Beat. The sound of running water stops. After a moment the sound is replaced with the sound of a hair dryer. A moment later the hair dryer stops and eventually the music stops (but not before an acceptable break in the vocals) and Janice’s singing along with it. The door opens again and Janice enters seemingly almost completely transformed. She is completely spotless head to toe. Her hair is in wondrously shining almost dry condition. She is wearing some ever so comfortable PJ’s. Her movements, posture, expression, and general exterior just exude a sense of utter relaxation and peace with the world. She gives a little satisfied stretch back of her shoulders. She can be seen ever so quietly muttering the chorus of the song which had been playing one last time before plunking herself on the sofa leaning on the arm, her legs spread across it ever so comfortably. She takes the remote of the side table turns the TV on, and settles in to relax. Lights fade.

Fin.