Second Floor Common Room, Wesnesday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

The bad thing about being a person who liked her solitude and didn't go out of her way to talk to people was that there could be an island whim going on where you had no choice but to tell the truth, and yet you managed to stay unaware of this way into the afternoon.

That was the situation Natalie was in right now. Which would probably explain why and how she was actually in an okay mood for once. Like maybe things were finally starting to look up for her. She had a batch of muffins in the oven and everything. It felt like a normal day and while she wasn't exactly whistling as she worked or anything else Disney like that, she was still feeling... fine.

Which in itself was weird, and probably wouldn't last with island interference. But it was there.

[ooc: It's Truth Day and this is a common room, how could it not be open?]

Sorority Meeting [Sixth Floor Common Room, Wednesday afternoon]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry I'm late," Rilla said, bustling into the room. "I was in my room daydreaming about Kenneth Ford."

She blinked. "Anyway, most of you seem to have an inordinate amount of time on your hands when you could be using it to help the needy, so I'm going to teach you to knit socks so that Ken's feet don't fall off because I don't want to marry someone without feet. Oh, and help yourself to the healthy snacks we bring each week so that Miss McGill doesn't die!"

Rilla's understanding of diabetes was...middling at best.