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fandomhighdorms2006-04-23 11:50 pm
nadiathesaint) wrote in fandomhighdorms2006-04-23 11:50 pm
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Fifth floor common room, Sunday night (after the pancakes, punch fairies, and dancing bears party)
Nadia was lying upside down on the couch, watching AKA and munching on what looked like fried plantains.
She was still very, very stoned, and more plantains could be seen scattered about by the television. One could only assume that they had gotten there after having been flung at the screen due to some convuluted plot twist or other on the TV show.
Every now and then, her brain would short out and get stuck repeating "he kissed me! on purpose!" to itself for a few minutes.
This made it very difficult to concentrate on the show, but certainly wasn't dampening her mood at all.
[ooc: open to one and all, or at least those who might, for whatever reason, wander up to the fifth floor common room.]
She was still very, very stoned, and more plantains could be seen scattered about by the television. One could only assume that they had gotten there after having been flung at the screen due to some convuluted plot twist or other on the TV show.
Every now and then, her brain would short out and get stuck repeating "he kissed me! on purpose!" to itself for a few minutes.
This made it very difficult to concentrate on the show, but certainly wasn't dampening her mood at all.
[ooc: open to one and all, or at least those who might, for whatever reason, wander up to the fifth floor common room.]