Servants Quarters, Room 1 [Thursday, Evening]
Twenty-four hours was, as it turns out, all the time it took Becca to unpack the stuff she'd dragged down with her from San Francisco.
She hadn't expected it to be quite that easy. Her side of the dorm room actually looked quite homey. Homey to Becca, anyway. A couple of Amnesty International posters she'd liberated from her Dad's place, the computer she'd snuck past Jaime and music... It was possibly a matter of preference.
Still, she was unpacked, and not quite sure what she was supposed to do with herself now, so she'd stretched herself out on her bed with a book she wasn't really concentrating on to pass the time. She was feeling a little lightheaded and... just 'blah', and was blaming that on the humidity for now. Getting sick first week at a new school was just not an option.
[[Open, but I will be going to bed pretty soon, so expect SP of the extended variety. Becca will be all sickly while I'm away.]]
She hadn't expected it to be quite that easy. Her side of the dorm room actually looked quite homey. Homey to Becca, anyway. A couple of Amnesty International posters she'd liberated from her Dad's place, the computer she'd snuck past Jaime and music... It was possibly a matter of preference.
Still, she was unpacked, and not quite sure what she was supposed to do with herself now, so she'd stretched herself out on her bed with a book she wasn't really concentrating on to pass the time. She was feeling a little lightheaded and... just 'blah', and was blaming that on the humidity for now. Getting sick first week at a new school was just not an option.
[[Open, but I will be going to bed pretty soon, so expect SP of the extended variety. Becca will be all sickly while I'm away.]]