Fifth floor common room, Monday morning

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room with the book of Poe open on her face. So waking up from having spent the weekend very firmly believing that she was actually Hamlet involved waking up to be staring at a very large and rather unfocused illustration of a demonic raven . . . and then falling off the couch.

Once she'd managed to collect herself somewhat, she did a quick mental inventory to make sure she still remembered all the important things, and a physical inventory that involved the realization that she really, really hoped Walter would not get mad about the fact that she'd been wearing and sleeping in his clothes for two days and as a result they were dingy, ripped, and, yes, grass-stained. Of course, Walter had apparently thought he was Angela, so he might forgive her. She also made a mental note to find Pip, welcome him home properly with a big hug, and then grill him for details about what had happened.

She set to work cooking up some empanadas (and yes, one of the things that she'd learned in her five-days-that-were-actually-a-year in Argentina was how to cook for people who didn't have steel stomachs) for breakfast.

[ooc: open like an opening thing. These empanadas have no odd ingredients, though there IS hot sauce available for flavoring . . . if you choose.]

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[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

When River walked into the common room and saw Nadia she stopped. She still hadn't forgotten about the Proty incident, even though she had a feeling she should have. Then she remembered that Nadia was someone else. She blinked. But who?

The food smelled very nice however. Berthold would probably agree, and he was a quite picky monster.

She sat down on the couch, and tried to throw glanced as Nadia without her noticing it. It was so much easier to mind read people when looking at them.

[nadiathesaint]

Half Nadia's mind was filled with what to do while cooking, and reminding herself that just because she liked spicy pineapple empanadas with chocolate bits and mushrooms didn't mean everyone else did. The other half was trying to work out just how she'd managed to convince herself she was Hamlet for the weekend, and hoping that Walter-as-Angela hadn't ditched her clothes somewhere odd.

As such, she didn't notice River for quite awhile. When she did, she stopped.

She hadn't forgotten the Protty incident, either.

"Hi."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi poked her head into the common room tucking the necklace she was wearing under she shirt.

She saw a familiar form cooking something that smelled good.

Which was a good sign in more ways then one.

"Okay," she said walking into the room. "... Who are you today?"

[nadiathesaint]

"I'm me. I was me all weekend, but now I'm a me that is no longer convinced I'm Hamlet." Nadia shot Pippi a small smile. "Pip's back, by the way. He got in last night."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"He is?" Pippi perked up. "How did he look? Is he okay?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

It didn't take River very long to notice that this was indeed Nadia. "Hi," She replied. She couldn't help glancing at the resurrected Proty, now with an eyepatch.

The food smelled nice. She didn't feel like asking if she could try it though. Nervously, she found a pen and began drawing on her hand.

[nadiathesaint]

"He looked okay. We didn't really talk about anything, since I still thought I was Hamlet when I saw him. The important thing is, he's back."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia didn't like not liking people. Though she couldn't help some smug thoughts of satisfaction at the fact that her suggestion of giving Proty an eyepatch had actually, apparently, worked.

Still, she made sure none of that showed on her face as she offered River a finished empanada.

"Hungry?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." she said. "... Wait a minute. So, you just thought you were Hamlet?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River looked up. She didn't like having conflicts with people either. "Yes," she replied. "Thank you. It smells nice." She considered asking for one for Berthold too, but that might be stretching it a bit.

[nadiathesaint]

"Given the fact that I remember being Hamlet this weekend and not looking like Willow? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I just thought I was him. Very, very strange."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia didn't know about Berhold, and thus couldn't offer him anything. "You're welcome. I hope you like it."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River did like it. She wanted to say something to Nadia though, in a nice conversational manner, avoiding the subject of Proty and biting. "How was being someone else?" she asked.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"That explains the holes in people's memories." Pippi nodded. "At first I thought whatever had switched people had damaged them, which was very upsetting. But after talking to Phoebe Bel and you Willow because the missing information was stuff that the person who was being wouldn't know about the person they were being... But I was afraid that was just wishful thinking... Willow was adorable as you though."

[nadiathesaint]

"Very strange."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shook her head with a smile. "Adorable. Right. She kept trying to force feed me brownies to keep me from being emo."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"She appears to believe that you're a very upbeat nudest." Pippi pointed out.

[nadiathesaint]

"Yeah, I noticed that. I tried to convince her that Willow might not like her running around naked . . . and then she pointed out that I never asked if I could be emo in her body. . . ."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"How rude of you." Pippi said.

[nadiathesaint]

"Really. Though as Hamlet I was very happy being emo."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River gave a nod in reply. "Good strange, bad strange or undefinably strange?" She hoped this was a good conversation topic.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi, somewhere in the back of her brain, isn't sure that sentence should work as well as it should but decides that if she understands it there's nothing wrong.

"Well, I hope you being you again means everybody is back to normal...ish."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged. "Just kind of strange strange. I really thought I was Hamlet. Which has sort of happened before, though not as Hamlet. At one point this summer, Walter and I became convinced we were spies going after 'Moose' and 'Squirrel'."

See, this could work. Just keep the subject away from living paint, and they'd be fine.

[nadiathesaint]

"I still need to shower, change clothes, and figure out how to get these grass stains out of Walter's shirt, but, yeah. As normal as Fandom gets."

Nadia held out a plate with an empanada on it to Pippi.

"I'm just hoping it stays that way for at least a little while."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Maybe we should just buy him a new shirt?"