Fourth Floor Common Room, Late Morning

Gwynn was dressed in her best dress and her hair was carefully done. There was no sign of her usual leather wear or her boots. In fact, there was nothing with her that even looked like she was the daughter of Robin Hood. She was sitting on the couch with her legs tucked up under her and she was reading what might have been a magazine. From the slight blush on her face, it was obvious that it wasn't your run of the mill magazine.



[[OOC: Gwynn has been Mind-Whammied by Witch!Lana. Here would be the first place to run into her and have the wacky hijinks!]]

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'm half awake," he said, concentrating on the coffee maker, his tight ass towards her. "One of those mornings, y'know?"

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
John needed that. He was about falling over from tired. "Yeah, thanks. I'm about to fall over here. Coffee. Shower. Maybe even back to bed, start over again. First, coffee."

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
He yawned. "Coffee? Make sure I don't fall over in the shower like last time?" Gwyn really is a good friend, if she's willing to make sure he's awake before he does something stupid.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Tha'z great," he said, yawning again. "It's not like the communal showers, it's a rea~~heal tub," he said midyawn. "Sorry. Shouldn't be this tired." He'd move to the room, but Gwynn's keeping him from falling over.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Overdid it with cookies the other day. Sugar crashed yesterday, and capped off the night with booze and cupcakes. My body just can't take that much sugar."

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"It was very bad. Needed help in the shower, I was shaking so bad. It's better today. No more too much sugar, only caffeine," he said, completely making sense in his mind.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-06 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
"It's fine," he said, yawning. "Coulda used the help, though. I think I might just end up going back to my room. Shower. Wake up. Coffee? Coffee." Hugs were nice. Yaw~~hawns weren't.

[There be pestering avaiable here (http://apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com/57080.html) if you want to have her help him. much flailiage to ensue :P]