The roof, Sunday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

Based on experience, Nadia knew she could still play the guitar, albeit carefully, when she was wearing the shoulder brace.

And since she'd been up half the night riding an emotional roller coaster between joy of having her hand be firmly attached as it was supposed to be, worry and angst over Walter still not being back and whether or not he'd still want to be her boyfriend when he got back, pain, and a very bizarre friskiness, she felt the need for something that reflected those feelings.

So she was sitting in a corner of the roof, wearing the giant, blue, faux-fur muff down over her eyes, and playing They Might Be Giants.

( D. World destruction. . . . )

She could think of nothing better to go with her mood than depressing lyrics to a bouncy tune, played while wearing a ridiculous hat.

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5th Floor Common Room - Sunday Evening

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi plodded into the common room rubbing her eyes.

Since encountering the strange craft that tried to nab Tori her head had been buzzing. Something about the field the technology created to cloak itself... Or maybe it was the hum of what she could only assume were the engines? Though, most likely, it was the fact that her mun had too much wine last night at the Twisted Vine in Fullerton

Either way, after attempting to tip the thing over and tussling with a creature that fell out, she was overcome by this strange sensation and "buzzing" in her head. She had the presence of mind to call Rose before simply sitting there and watching the rest of the fight with detached interest and then wandering back to the room to sleep.

She'd only just woken up and was still feeling very much off her game and having a terrible craving for apples.

She poked around the kitchen looking for apples.

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5th floor Common room, Sunday morning

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

For no appearant reason River had decided to make a Sunday breakfast for herself, Berthold and anyone else who might show up. There were popcorn flying about, odd looking pancakes with ice cream, cereals and hot cocoa. River felt immensely proud of herself, and Berthold fluttered about happily under his blanket.

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