So after fighting a monkey-pony, and going to the Clinic with 'Dite, Dinah had wound up in Jaime's room last night, resting up for a couple hours after another concussion. Which had been... much nicer than most concussion experiences ( Read more... )

Earlier in the week had been amusing for chats after the whole phone weirdness with Jaime. Also, had that been flirting? Naaah. Also, the chili in the common room with Roy and others had been awesome.

Friday Dinah talked to: Roy, Ben, Momoko, Francine and Arthur. Which was probably why she was extra-tired today ( Read more... )

Dinah was released from the clinic after the accident on the beach. Concussion, not fun. Bruised ribs, not fun. Cuts all over her arms, gah.

She had the lights low and the door half-open, lying down and half-dozing with Camille curled up on her un-hurt side.

[expecting a couple, but open]

Okay, her head and face still hurt, but the nausea had faded away, and so had the double-vision. There might be nightmares about crawling, climbing, critiquing zombies later, but for now, there was a kitten, and some quiet music.

[ooc: the door and the post are open, and Dinah has chocolate too. Will be a linkdrop laterish when I have better ( Read more... )

The fighting had been going on for a while. A while a while. Dinah had been hitting zombies with bats, with her eskrima, with her boomerang, and shooting them whenever she could. She'd gotten to the point where she didn't look at the rotting faces any more; just tried to take them out at the knees, and take off their arms, so they were no longer a ( Read more... )