The building's AC breaks down

Mid-summer was a nice time of year for most people. Pleasant weather to go outside in, lots of time to go to the beach, or throw a BBQ with some friends, and in general a pleasant, if busy, time of the year. Provided, of course, that when you're done strolling out in the sun, or baking on the beach, or what have you, that you have a nice, cool home to return to.

For the residents of of Felicia Lillitail’s Rental Home for Non-human Females, this was not something they currently had.

The previous night, with a loud bang, something blew in the fuse box, and when it came back up, not one resident of the house could get cool air pumped into their rooms. This was naturally concerning to the women who lived there, but none more so than Felicia, who in addition to the heat, had to deal with both the complaints of her tenants and the costs of repairing whatever the damage was.

"...look, I know you're probably busy right now but.... yeah, I heard you, but I can't wait that long, and... y'know what, fine, forget it! I'll find someone else!"

Not to mention, she also had to deal with finding someone to fix the thing in the first place. Brushing a stray, limp hair off of her forehead, Felicia huffed as she hit the button to hang up her phone. The useless repairman on the other line could only guarantee that he'd be around before the end of the week; considering it was Tuesday, Felicia doubted that she and her tenants could take the heat for that long. She couldn't find anyone more affordable though... when it came down to it, she only had one option left before willingly getting ripped off; trying to fix the air conditioning herself. With a deep sigh, Felicia threw on some dingy clothes she didn't mind getting dirty- an old t-shirt and a pair of worn shorts- and started making her way up to the attic.

Passing a window, Felicia could see some of her tenants doing their best to beat the heat. Specifically, her zombified grand-aunt, laying back in a kiddie pool out on the front lawn. Mariann's decidedly-not-stiff figure barely fit into her bikini, the purple fabric contrasting with her green-tinged skin, though Felicia knew her resurrected relative certainly didn't mind. Felicia was at least happy to see that a more responsible tenant was there to keep Mariann from just boiling herself into zombie-soup; Lady, the hulking clay golem, was standing there contentedly holding a hose, pouring a fresh supply of cold water into the pool whenever Mariann felt it getting too warm. Of course, Lady also didn't seem to care about how she was dressed, her black bikini seeming to fit even worse than Mariann's did on her, but Felicia was too busy to talk to them about it. The most she could do was mutter under her breath a bit, as she pulled down the ladder to get up to the attic. "Could have at least gone out back if you were going to be dressed like that..."

Climbing the ladder, Felicia cursed herself for not bringing a flashlight. It was a dark, musty place, the attic, and as she walked slowly fumbled her way to where she was mostly sure the AC unit was, she couldn't help but trudge up some of the settled dust...

Felicia felt a familiar, decidedly unwelcome tickle in her nostrils. She came to a dead stop, holding her hands over her face, even as she leaned her head back. "Ah... Ahh....."