Room 415, Tuesday Evening
So. Her plans for the summer were... not shaping up like she'd thought they would, and Kennedy wouldn't even bother to lie about not being in a downer of a mood right now, either.
Keeping herself busy was going to be trickier than usual during the break week, but at least there was the immediate option of sending out handwavey messages to a few friends, letting them know what was going on. There was also the totally bizarre news article in a browser window on her laptop-- something about an unusual electrical phenomenon in the skies over Sunnydale-- but she was ignoring that in favor of sending out a few emails of her own, instead, and doing a little research.
That was the theory, but she wasn't so verbose that her emails took incredibly long to send, and she sucked at research, so... there was a good amount of staring at the screen in there, too, and turning her music up a few notches louder than usual.
Yeah. This keeping-busy thing was kind of a bust so far, unless you counted petting Bailey, since the rabbit insisted on hopping up in her lap. That was something.
[[door and post open, though sp while i flee home from work, and if you think she would've sent you a message, she did. also, you can just deal with the fact that i just may play this girl as much as damn well possible for the next three days. deal with it, i say.]]
Keeping herself busy was going to be trickier than usual during the break week, but at least there was the immediate option of sending out handwavey messages to a few friends, letting them know what was going on. There was also the totally bizarre news article in a browser window on her laptop-- something about an unusual electrical phenomenon in the skies over Sunnydale-- but she was ignoring that in favor of sending out a few emails of her own, instead, and doing a little research.
That was the theory, but she wasn't so verbose that her emails took incredibly long to send, and she sucked at research, so... there was a good amount of staring at the screen in there, too, and turning her music up a few notches louder than usual.
Yeah. This keeping-busy thing was kind of a bust so far, unless you counted petting Bailey, since the rabbit insisted on hopping up in her lap. That was something.
[[door and post open, though sp while i flee home from work, and if you think she would've sent you a message, she did. also, you can just deal with the fact that i just may play this girl as much as damn well possible for the next three days. deal with it, i say.]]