Room 213 [all day]
After she woke up, Rory curled up on her bed with a brand new copy of Amleth, content (though definitely curious about who had sent the gift - the entirety of which was piled in a neat pyramid in the middle of her room.) She'd turned eighteen as of 4:03 AM that morning, and this was undoubtedly the best way to spend the day. Quietly, and cozy, and completely on her terms.
With a sigh, she leaned back against her pillow and thought a bit about the past week.
Parents Weekend had, well, been interesting. The Kims had made it up to see her, and while everyone had survived without incident and she had enjoyed herself with her friends and Lane, she was still mortified by Mrs. Kim's attack on Bridge - not to mention what had happened in Caritas with Bridge and Dr. Manx. But meeting Leia had been great, and Rory rather considered the weekend a success. And hey, there had even eventually been cake.
The night before, in spite of all of it, she'd been struck hard and suddenly by how much she missed Anakin. So she'd traipsed up to the roof with her telescope, where she'd talked to Hamlet, Phoebe, Blair, Charlie and Aeryn.
But today, that didn't matter. Today, it was her birthday.
Rory made herself a fresh pot of her brand new coffee, and settled back down to read and enjoy her birthday for awhile.
[Door is partially open but definitely knockable; there is a party planned for this weekend, so don't worry about birthday-ness unless you really want to. Slowplay is love, though, as I'm going to be sporadically AFK until about 9 EDT. I just wanted to get this up nice and early in case there are birthday visitors.]
With a sigh, she leaned back against her pillow and thought a bit about the past week.
Parents Weekend had, well, been interesting. The Kims had made it up to see her, and while everyone had survived without incident and she had enjoyed herself with her friends and Lane, she was still mortified by Mrs. Kim's attack on Bridge - not to mention what had happened in Caritas with Bridge and Dr. Manx. But meeting Leia had been great, and Rory rather considered the weekend a success. And hey, there had even eventually been cake.
The night before, in spite of all of it, she'd been struck hard and suddenly by how much she missed Anakin. So she'd traipsed up to the roof with her telescope, where she'd talked to Hamlet, Phoebe, Blair, Charlie and Aeryn.
But today, that didn't matter. Today, it was her birthday.
Rory made herself a fresh pot of her brand new coffee, and settled back down to read and enjoy her birthday for awhile.
[Door is partially open but definitely knockable; there is a party planned for this weekend, so don't worry about birthday-ness unless you really want to. Slowplay is love, though, as I'm going to be sporadically AFK until about 9 EDT. I just wanted to get this up nice and early in case there are birthday visitors.]