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fandomhighdorms2006-10-15 07:54 pm
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Fifth floor common room, Sunday evening
Nadia was doing a lot more staring vaguely at the television than she was actually watching whatever was on it. She'd cocooned herself in her wool poncho after discovering that it was actually getting a bit too cold to sit on the roof for a long time playing her guitar, which sucked, and finding things to distract her from thinking about, well, things, wasn't working terribly well.
The dorms were pretty quiet today. She was considering doing something to shake that up, but . . . apathy was winning. So staring vaguely at the television was the name of the game right now.
[ooc: it's a common room. I'm not sure if it actually has doors that close. Thusly, it is open.]
The dorms were pretty quiet today. She was considering doing something to shake that up, but . . . apathy was winning. So staring vaguely at the television was the name of the game right now.
[ooc: it's a common room. I'm not sure if it actually has doors that close. Thusly, it is open.]
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"When was the last time you got a headache like this one?"
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". . .Do you need anything?"
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He cast around for some way to change the subject. "Is Pip back yet?"
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"Yes, and don't change the subject." She looked over at what he'd just microwaved. "Is that all you're having?"
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