Thursday, After the Infirmary

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Well-rested after her nap in the infirmary and a bit disillusioned after the non-explosion in shop class, Sam flopped down on the bed and worked on her equations for the independent study. Every so often she erased a number, scribbled out a number, or ripped out a page. A small pile of paper wads was growing on the floor next to the bed. She'd throw them out next time she got up.

She sighed and ran a frustrated hand through her hair. It stuck up in many different directions. "This is impossible." Feeling defeated, she threw the notebook on the floor, scattering some of the paper wads.


[ooc: Door is open.]

Comments

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Wyndam-Pryce, may he rot somewhere dank and noisome. Had some book that Zero touched, and suddenly, meow." Parker made a face, then whispered, "She's *way* too cute, isn't she?"

[swerval_zero]

*has cat hearing*

*attacks Parker's shoe ineffectually*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Case in point," Parker says, suppressing a giggle, withdrawing her shoe from reach. "Night, guys. I'll see you tomorrow, Zero."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Have fun, Parker. Bluff big."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"She really, really is," Sam whispered back.