Fifth floor common room, Sunday evening

[nadiathesaint]

The third floor was hosting a movie night tonight, according to the posters, but Nadia didn't have the energy for snarking at a movie in a crowd of people, so she curled up on the couch on the fifth floor instead with the coffee and soup Walter had brought her and a book.

What language did she love in?

[ooc: open]

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[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair plopped onto the floor near the couch where Nadia was sitting. "Whatcha reading?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia smiled a little bit tiredly at Blair. "How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents. I found it at the book fair and it looked interesting."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Is it?" Blair pulled his knees up and leaned forward on them to look at Nadia. "Everything okay with you?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded. "It's about a family from the Dominican Republic coming to America." She rather empathized with Yolanda, especially. "And language, and adapting and things." She shrugged. "I'm okay. A little bit ill, but nothing major."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Sorta like you, huh?" Blair smiled. "Sorry about you being sick though. That must suck. I watched a discovery channel special about how the bubonic plague might be coming back."

[nadiathesaint]

"Sort of like me," Nadia agreed softly. Then: "Plague?! I don't have the plague!"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair grinned. "Of course you don't, I was just making conversation."

"Although, you never know..." He teased.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was slightly flaily. "I don't have the plague! It's just a cold! I think it's just a cold. . . . I haven't gone to a doctor or anything, but I'm just achy with a small fever and I slept all day."

Why was she babbling?

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Achy?" Blair said worriedly and shook his head. "Fever? Tiredness? You haven't coughed recently, have you?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Coughed? I don't know! I might have coughed in my sleep, I don't remember coughing, though. . . . Madre del dios, I have the plague! I have the plague and I'm going to die, and now I've probably gotten everyone infected!"

Yeah, it's not really nice to tease the poor, sick girl. She's more than slightly flaily, now.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair didn't laugh. Nope, not at all. He may have grinned, but he would never ever laugh at a flaily Nadia.

"Sounds like....a cold. A plain old run of the mill non-plague cold." Not laughing seemed to involve a little bit of chuckling. "I think you'll live."

[nadiathesaint]

Since Blair wasn't laughing, Nadia wasn't thwapping him on the head with her book.

She was going to say something about how if she had the plague, she'd be sure to infect him first, but it didn't quite come out that way.

"If I had the plague, I'd hole myself up in my room and never come out again until I died."

What the hell?

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair expected teasing back, but blinked at Nadia's statement.

"Um...that seems like a rather lonely death. Why would you do that?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Deciding that staring at the walls of his room probably wasn't the best thing he could do that evening, Dean went out in search of company. He heard there was a movie night on the third floor but wasn't in the mood for that and there was no one on the fourth floor, so he headed up on more to the fifth to see who was around.

His bruises were stiffening up nicely now and he felt like he was moving a bit like an old man, but at least he was up and under his own power. Not like...

Dean pushed that thought down as he entered the quiet but populated 5th floor CR.

"Hey guys," he said, groaning as he gingerly sat down on the couch.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Hey, man. You okay?" Blair decided to not ask him if he had the plague after Nadia's flaily response.

[nadiathesaint]

"So I wouldn't infect everyone!"

[nadiathesaint]

"You look about as well as I feel."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler nodded to Dean as he came in. "Hey. How're you feeling?"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

On his way to the roof -- he wasn't really up for a movie either -- Tyler noticed the fifth floor common room seemed to have interesting people in it. He stuck his head in, then the rest of him followed. "Hey."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia waved to Tyler.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Awww, Nadia." Blair moved a little closer. "That's really thoughtful, but you know this school. If you got really sick you'd be holed up in the infirmary with an annoying doctor while everyone came to visit and bring presents. Then Rory would read books and Janet would take plague-free blood and then everyone would meet up at night and fight some sort of monster in the sewers."

"It's like our shtick."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Blair smiled from his place on the floor. "What's up, man?"

[nadiathesaint]

"That's true. But I wouldn't want everyone worried about me like that. It makes me feel like I can't take care of myself and then I just get angry."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler waved back. "Hey, Nadia. You look awful."

And then he blushed, because he doesn't normally say stuff like that.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"My evil alternate personality fought mummies last night, but other than that, it's pretty much same old, same old," Tyler said. "Have we met yet? I'm called Tyler."