She picks up the phone.

Josh exited the bathtub, whistling a campy tune. While toweling his hair, he spotted his reflection in the mirror and swiped a path through the mist.

"Hmm." He casually flexed a flab-encroached ab. "Probably should drop by the gym later," mumbled the man as he left the bathroom. The laughter from the TV in the sitting room was more than audible, including a giggle from Sara. Opening the door to his room, he ducked in to get into some clothes and probably get some fresh air. Maybe he could even call up Hale.

Back in the living room, Sara had picked up Josh's phone, but not to pry.

"Missed call, from Hale," she read, twisting a lip. It got kinda... drowned, in the sea of live laughter, if she had to admit. As the notification faded away, it left the Rules of the World app in full display before the young twenty-something woman, and her brow curved. "Rules of the World?" she scrolled down. After a few seconds of reading through the lines, she didn't know what to say, other than, "This... is extensive."

"This... is so random!

"This is... what is this?

"Oh wow, that's not cool.

"Hah! That is so right!

"Exactly! Exactly..!!"

Crossing her legs, Sara looked at some of these lines with a shake of the head.

"Rules of the world..." Scoffing, she looked to the television, then to the hallway, then to the window, where the blue sky peeked through. After a roar of laughter buzzed through the TV set, the young woman turned back to Josh's phone, and slumped thoughtfully into the sofa. "Would be nice, wouldn't it?"

Yes, she suddenly felt her thoughts drift back to her fantasies of times previous, such as the one she'd imagined of guys that actually showed off their bodies generously, or masturbated in front of her. Yes, it would be.

It should be.

It... could be.

Another set of laughs. However, this time, Sara felt transfixed on the app. She touched the screen, and a typing cursor appeared. Whoever made this and sent it to Josh was a real bored fellow, she thought. But reducing everything in such a way, it kind of really did feel like you had the rules of the world at your fingertips.

What if, say, she could make one up right now? Or change one? Or undo it?

A little more than motivated by her own repressed desires, and recent fit of arousal, she bit her lip, and her imagination began to run somewhat wild -- of Josh, her cute roommate, of the buff post office guy, of her boss at work. She imagined setting up rules that allowed her to fuck them all, without any protest or outcry from them or any of their boy-friends. She imagined laying down guidelines that would turn them all into wanton sluts. She imagined making Josh beg to fuck her, to do anything to fuck her. Imagine how hot that would be. Yeah.

Why not?

She looked at the phone screen in front of her and moved her fingers to the keyboard, when suddenly, a sleek window popped up before them.

Latest version of ROTW app installed...
This includes a cloaking de-tracer that changes the value of possibility for any regular third party perceiving past modifications as a numerical possibility to 0 [as usual, pertaining to the individual editor, not the primary owner, though this can be modified if 'Primary Only' is selected below].
(This can be overridden through either a. a direct address and explanation by the editor, or b. anybody within a 6-foot radius, who has acknowledged and been informed of the functions and implications of the app, seeing the entry being made through the program. Known as the Lucid Witness effect, in which acknowledging the frailty of reality exploited by the ROTW app grants temporal cognizant/identity-control and manipulation resistance privileges.)
Would you like to activate this feature?

Sara blinked, and looked at the response options below.