[h1][color=Plum][b]Kayla Kirby[/b][/color][/h1]

Nobody talked to her. Nobody. At. All. 

Kayla was upset. Really upset. Not only had she had to see the most disgusting ashy bleh at her own hands, been told the service robots would beat her up on sight, and told she had to go around naked, but now nobody would talk to her either. This was turning out to be an awful day. Even though she had essentially been lying down most of the day, she was exhausted. Really exhausted. So exhausted she wanted to go to sleep, turn her suit to warmclean mode, and nothing else. 

She made her way over to the doorway, and suddenly saw the service robots fly towards her- or, well, past her. They started screaming something about hating something, and came out of a cloud of limbs tightly hugging two struggling male people. They completely ignored her. The robots. And the people. Both of them. And the people behind them. 

Why was everyone ignoring her? 

Oh well. She would go to bed, go to sleep, and try to think of how to get everyone to like her the next day. 

Now, the room she was supposed to be in, it was supposed to be up the next floor..

Wait. All the rooms looked exactly the same. Which one was the one she came in from? 

Kayla looked around. If she remembered correctly, she followed the color to the elevator from the left and around a corner, so..

Kayla eventually found herself facing one of the doors, which yet again, refused to notice her until she was jumping in the air waving her arms. Once it opened, she saw that the inside was exactly as she remembered, down to the perfectly made bed she left. Relief flooded through her, she was finally back and able to sleep. It took her much longer than she had expected to find the room, but she was finally back. Finally. Kayla mentally poked at her suit to go into warmclean mode, and slipped into the bed. 

Sleep quickly overcame her as the lights flicked off automatically.