In room 304

[chasingangela]

She isn't sure whether it's the Mudder's Milk or the encounter with Angelus, or just the latest weirdness with Marty, but whatever it is, Angela is not feeling her best today. She drags herself to geology -- grateful that Ms. Sidle has taken the day off -- and then straight back to her dorm room. She's in there now, flipping half-heartedly through

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[auroryborealis]

Rory summons the strenth to knock on Angela's door. She hadn't seen her friend for a couple days - not since she saw her going off with Angelus, actually - and decides to check on her. It would be nice to concentrate on someone else for awhile.

[chasingangela]

Angela bookmarks her page and hops off her bed.

"Hey. Rory. What's up?" she says, almost cheerfully.

[auroryborealis]

Rory dazedly looks at Angela, and attempts a smile. She's paler than usual, and she has dark circles under her eyes.

"Meh," she says, completely aware that this is not so much a response as just a noise. "How're you?"

[chasingangela]

Angela ruefully appraises her friend's appearance. It's not too far from her own. "I think ... I'm maybe as good as you are," she says. "Yesterday was not a great day."