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Inside Room 213

Joan, staring over at the lump on her bed in annoyance, shakes her head before poking her roommate again. "Cally! Cally, I want my bed back! Or at least move over so I can get out of here!" She sniffs at the air and rolls her eyes, muttering, "You are so drunk. I'm gonna make you regret this sooner or later. UP!"

Cally doesn't move, and Joan sighs. "This is what I get for taking the bottom bunk," she mutters to herself. "My roommate collapsing on me in the middle of the night."

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::mumbles softly in her sleep::

::shifts in bed, totally curling up next to Joan::

Joan rolls her eyes as Cally curls up next to her and then sighs, poking her hard in the shoulder. And then doing it again, hoping it'll be effective enough.

"Cally? Come on! Move! I do not need you feeling me up or anything. It's too early to deal with that right now. And you smell. I don't even want to know how much you had to drink."

::shifts slightly with each poke, but doesn't wake up::

::mumbles something about ~~Cameron~~ ~~Sparky~~ Rogue::

::cuddles closer to Joan::

[ooc: and for the second time today, Cally and her evil alter-egos mispost. ::headdesk::]

Joan finally groans and then watches Cally thoughtfully. Finally she reaches over and tugs on Cally's hair, hoping that something will make her get up.

"Callly. Callllyyyyy. Up! You've got to get up, sweetie. I need to move and, um, make something to eat with my new toaster."

She waits, hoping that the mention of 'toasters' will jerk Cally awake or something.

[Ha! I keep doing that with my normal LJ account and Joan's. It's awful.]

::the hair pull finally does it, and her eyes open slightly::

Ow... what did you... ::realizes how close she is to Joan::

erm... ::chews lower lip::

hi.

Joan sighs in relief, then automatically moves away from Cally a bit.

"Finally! It took you long enough. Why are you in my bed?" She watches Cally carefully, ready to reach out and hit her if she falls asleep again.

::eyes go a tad bit wide, and she looks down to thankfully find out she still has all of her clothes on::

I remember... ::winces, and then pinches the bridge of her nose::

Rogue helped me back from that slumber party. ::weak laugh::

Guess I shoulda stayed there, given the theme. ::winces again::

my head hurts.

Joan watches with a very awkward expression on her face, and then pushes on Cally's shoulder lightly.

"Yeah, maybe you should have." She grins for a moment, and then asks hopefully, "So. Could you move or something? You sort of have me trapped here unless I want to crawl over you."

::blushes, ashamed::

sorry. ::crawls out of Joan's bed, her head pounding::

::with tremendous effort, hauls herself up into her bunk, both feeling physically horrible, and feeling like a complete idiot::

::very quietly cries into her pillow::

Joan hears Cally crying and sighs, getting up off of her bed and leaving against the side of it with an upset expression on her face. "Cally?"

"Cally? Hey? I didn't mean to make you cry - are you okay? Sweetie?"

::looks over, her head still lying on her pillow::

No, no, ::her lower lip quivers a little::

it's just, all the... ::closes her eyes, takes a deep breath::

It's not you.. I've just been one stupid frakker tonight. And now my head hurts, and ~~I miss Sparky~~ I... mmmph. ::bites hard on her lower lip, to keep it from trembling::

Joan looks sympathetic and moves closer, placing her chin on the edge of the bed and watching Cally.

"Why have you been stupid? You went to a party and had fun. Doesn't seem that stupid to me." She shakes her head quickly and then offers, "Want some aspirin or something? It might make your head feel a little better."

::smiles, weakly::

Yeah, that'd be nice.

::rubs her face, and in her mind she thanks the gods that she has such a kind and understanding roommate::

Joan moves away for a few minutes and rummages through one of her drawers, finally coming up with a bottle of aspirin. Picking up one of the bottles of water they keep in their fridge, she lightly tosses it onto Cally's bed and then hands her the pills.

"Here. It'll help you feel better."

::takes the pills, and smiles despite the pain in her head::

You really should get back to sleep... you're the one of us with class tommorow. ::sniffs, and wipes her eyes::

Thanks.

Joan shrugs, looking amused. "It is tomorrow, Cally. You sort of slept awhile. But it's no problem. Feel better."

::closes her eyes, and begins to laugh, despite her head::

Joan grins, relieved Cally is laughing. "It's actually Friday afternoon, you know. You slept a lot."

::stops laughing, looks over at Joan, tries to keep a straight face, but just starts giggling::

After ::giggle:: noon? You've ::giggle:: got to be ::giggle:: frakking kidding me.

::does her best to compose herself, and sits up::

I guess I really am that lazy. ::dopey smile::

::suddenly looks as if she's eaten something rather disgusting::

Ich. I need to brush my teeth.

Joan nods, giggling almost hysterically.

"Afternoon. Yeah. Closer to evening, actually. Between you at your party and me dealing with those guys knocking down a wall in the middle of the night, we both slept awhile. Though I had been trying to get you up for like a half-hour."

She looks at the clock and makes a face. "Blegh. I think it's almost time to go, actually. I'm helping Parker out with something."

::raises an eyebrow, but her headache is starting to come back::

You're helping Parker with something?

Joan nods quickly. "Um, yeah." She drops her voice, looking around to make sure the door is shut and nobody can hear them. "It's to get back at Cricheton. A lot of us are helping."

::decides some shenanigans might do wonders for forgetting about her headache ~~and Rogue might be there~~::

Okay, you're going to fill me in after I shower and change. You've just got another accomplice. ::smiles::

Joan laughs. "I think Parker might kill me if I bring you along - why don't you leave a message on Vala or Janet's voicemail and ask if you can help?"

Alright, I'll get on that... but I really got to brush my teeth. Ugh, I hate this feeling ::shudders, and climbs down from the bunk, and goes to clean up::

::Afterward, because her headache is bothering her, she totally screws up and calls Parker directly, instead of the people Joan told her::

[ooc: randomly, I'm sorry for not replying to this yesterday. Evidently LJ decided I didn't need to see it until, oh, a minute ago. *stabs*]

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