Fifth floor common room, Monday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was feeling incredibly lazy and tired, so when she sprawled out on the common room couch and switched on the tv, she didn't bother switching it from the epic action movie that happened to be on.

She was asleep before the second explosion finished spewing its brightly colored flames and bad CGI bodies into the air.

She started to dream almost immediately.

A fit, California-surfer-boy-ish guy was dancing around in a union jack speedo and a ski mask, holding a blonde blow up doll in a french maid costume. Professor Orpheus looked on, sipping tea and chatting with the Doctor and Aziraphale.

While wearing a Bitterwoman costume.

She would probably appreciate someone coming by to wake her up.

[ooc: and so the narcoleptic dreaming begins. If you want Nadia to eventually dream something for your character, it is in no way too late to sign up.

The common room is totally open, too.]

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[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"No problem." She smiled hopefully. "Glad it helped."

Mac sat back in the sofa, hugging the mug between her hands. She was quiet for a moment, rolling the mug back and forth. "I'm guessing you're not any nearer figuring out what happened to Cally, or the others?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia sighed. "Aziraphale thinks he might know. But I don't know if what he thinks he knows is what I think I might know."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"... which is a very confusing way of saying, 'we don't know enough to make accusations' right?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Pretty much. We think . . . someone might be possessed."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac frowned, "That doesn't sound good." She's pretty big with the understatements today, obviously. "To have gone this long without being detected, around here. It's gotta be something strong."