Fifth floor common room, Sunday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

After sleeping well in and waking up in a room with a monkey, Hamlet decided that his usual mode of behavior, sitting and brooding in his room, might not be the best thing for him to do, today.

So he headed into the common room to brood, instead.

Here, at least, he could brood while eating cinnamon ice cream. Which he'd never realized before that he really liked. Maybe it had something to do with being in the wrong body.

[ooc: open and posted in the right place, this time]

Comments

[nadiathesaint]

"That seems to be a common occurance. Whatever this spell is, it has affected our memory."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Briar nodded. "I can only hope that something happens to reverse this soon. I haven't the faintest idea what workshops I have."

[nadiathesaint]

"Nor I. Though I've noticed that these things do tend to happen over the course of a weekend and no longer."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Funny how that seems to happen," Briar agreed. "Well, with any luck I'll wake up safely in my own body in the morning with this nothing but an odd memory."

[nadiathesaint]

"I think that may be likely."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"What's the first thing you'll do when you're back in your own body?" Briar asked curiously.

[nadiathesaint]

"Brood. Find my room and put on some of my clothing."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Briar nods. "Sounds good to me."