2nd Floor Common Room: early-to-midafteroon

Rory sat curled up in a chair in the common room, watching Bitterwoman and huddled in a blankie.

She was quite clearly very, very ill. This was evidenced by...nothing, really, except that she would tell anyone who asked, in no uncertain terms, that she was, in fact, very, very ill.

So ill, actually, that she would almost certainly retire to her room and not want to be interrupted at all the entire evening, really. Absolutely not. And this sudden illness had nothing to do with anything said on the radio, or any sneaky plans. Really.

Seriously.

[ooc: Open to anyone. Come call her on being a really bad liar and/or mock her completely fake sickness. Ror'll be heading out to do something else later in the afternoon, though. :)]

ETA: Rory has left the common room, whee. But it's still here for your 2nd floor needs.

[identity profile] leeadama.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Rory!" Lee says in cheerful greeting. "How's a girl this Saturday?"

[identity profile] leeadama.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sick?" Lee says, worried. "Sorry to hear that... what do you have?"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Parker wandered in after gun club, carrying Esme and feeding her carrots as fast as her greedy little heart wanted them. "Hey. You look... strange."

[identity profile] leeadama.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you need anything? Water, tea, soup?" Lee offers.

[identity profile] leeadama.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Because it's too small of a landmass and population to have made such an effect on this planet," Lee says, irritated that the stupid bloody country has been brought up yet again.

"How Anakin?" he asks, changing the subject.

[identity profile] leeadama.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh?" Lee says, sitting down across from her and watching her reaction with interest.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Parker snorted. "With what? Day Off School Disease? Ferris Bueller Syndrome?"

Esme hopped over and twitched her nose in sympathy with Rory. Then she tried to nibble her blanket.

[identity profile] leeadama.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah. How long have you been sick then?" he asks.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ohhhhhhh." Parker rolled her eyes. "I see. Well, you probably shouldn't talk then. Or you should at least develop a rasping voice, like this--" Parker suddenly sounded like Lauren Bacall with a hangover; strangely, it was still kind of sexy. "--and say that you're trying to conserve energy." Then, in her normal voice she added, "That way no one will be surprised when you don't even answer the door."

[identity profile] leeadama.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Anakin's your good friend though, hasn't he come to see you since you've been ill?" he asks, worried that Anakin is a bad friend, oh noes!

[identity profile] leeadama.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Lee's eyes widen. "I thought you said you weren't contagious."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Parker nodded, fighting snickers. "Yeah, like that, you sound horrible. And locking the door is a good idea. I'll tell everyone you're sick." She cocked an eyebrow at Rory. "Me, they might believe."

[identity profile] leeadama.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh," Lee says. "Okay."

"Err...otherwise, how are things?"

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