Room 415, Friday Late Morning
Sleeping in late wasn't usually a thing Kennedy did, most days. Granted, the couple of days before most days, for her, didn't typically involve tangling with werewolves, getting locked up in dungeons, babysitting crazy crispy vampires, and generally being too wound up to relax, so there was usually more actual sleep in the mix.
It was disorienting, waking up to see four digits on the digital clock, but she'd really needed that sleep... and the shower she'd managed to get last night, somewhere in between leaving Tara a message that she was back and falling over in an inelegant pile of unconsciousness. Which-- evidently she hadn't had enough energy left to even crawl under the blankets, since she was sprawled out on top of the covers in sweatpants and a t-shirt and feeling a little bit cold. God, that was kind of sad.
She reached out to grab her phone off the nightstand and check for messages, only to realize she hadn't plugged it in and it'd run out of battery overnight; with a groan, she fumbled it into the clock radio dock and winced when the phone started dinging with a barrage of voicemail, text, and email alerts. Oh, good; she was in so much trouble with Constance now, wasn't she?
Well. Kennedy would just have to deal with that (and checking in on Sookie and the others might have to be a thing, too). But later; Constance-lectures required a certain level of functionality she hadn't achieved for the day, so first? Food and caffeine... and a couple of hours' worth of not moving yet.
[[door's closed but unlocked and knockable, post is open. though it is friday and this week is kind of nuts, so i could possibly be epically slow until i get home.]]
It was disorienting, waking up to see four digits on the digital clock, but she'd really needed that sleep... and the shower she'd managed to get last night, somewhere in between leaving Tara a message that she was back and falling over in an inelegant pile of unconsciousness. Which-- evidently she hadn't had enough energy left to even crawl under the blankets, since she was sprawled out on top of the covers in sweatpants and a t-shirt and feeling a little bit cold. God, that was kind of sad.
She reached out to grab her phone off the nightstand and check for messages, only to realize she hadn't plugged it in and it'd run out of battery overnight; with a groan, she fumbled it into the clock radio dock and winced when the phone started dinging with a barrage of voicemail, text, and email alerts. Oh, good; she was in so much trouble with Constance now, wasn't she?
Well. Kennedy would just have to deal with that (and checking in on Sookie and the others might have to be a thing, too). But later; Constance-lectures required a certain level of functionality she hadn't achieved for the day, so first? Food and caffeine... and a couple of hours' worth of not moving yet.
[[door's closed but unlocked and knockable, post is open. though it is friday and this week is kind of nuts, so i could possibly be epically slow until i get home.]]