Fandom High Dormitories

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.]

After checking on Jamie and sparring with Pip, Nadia took a very, very long, very, very hot shower and went stiffly into the common room with plans to do nothing more than just relax.

Luckily, she found an episode of AKA to watch. It was one from the early seasons, where the rogue bad guy agent takes over teh fake CIA and Perth has to break in and save her evil boss. She propped her left leg up on a chair with an ice pack on her knee and silently and cheerfully ranted at Perth.

[ooc: oooooooopen sesame!]

The third floor was hosting a movie night tonight, according to the posters, but Nadia didn't have the energy for snarking at a movie in a crowd of people, so she curled up on the couch on the fifth floor instead with the coffee and soup Walter had brought her and a book.

What language did she love in?

[ooc: open]