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fandomhighdorms2010-08-17 07:05 pm
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The Deck [Tuesday, Afternoon]
Effy definitely still wasn't going to be going out of her way to be sociable. Like she ever did. But she was at least out on the deck, ignoring her problems in public with a bottle of water, rather that privately with a bottle of something stronger.
Something that got said to her must've stuck. At least for now.
Looking a little better than she had been, if still not well, she was stretched out on a lounger, headphones in, preoccupied in watching the clouds since there was quite a few of them spread across the sky today. Didn't have any workshops until tomorrow. So, relaxing. Or trying to. Not finding it particularly easy, and she needed all of that she could get at the moment, she really did.
[[Open deck, relatively sane Effy.]]
Something that got said to her must've stuck. At least for now.
Looking a little better than she had been, if still not well, she was stretched out on a lounger, headphones in, preoccupied in watching the clouds since there was quite a few of them spread across the sky today. Didn't have any workshops until tomorrow. So, relaxing. Or trying to. Not finding it particularly easy, and she needed all of that she could get at the moment, she really did.
[[Open deck, relatively sane Effy.]]