Ella settled on her bed with a mug of tea at her side, reviewing some notes from Art of War. Miss Atreides hadn't said anything about a final, but that didn't mean there wouldn't be one ( Read more... )

Ella of Frell had not left her room all day. She'd torn out of the clinic that morning, strangely dismayed to lose the soothing beep of the machines, run to the dorms, then crawled into her bed and buried herself deeply beneath the covers. She knew she owed apologies and money all round the island, but she had no idea how to begin distributing ( Read more... )

Ella had found the DVD among the pile of electronic things on Rikku's side of the room, and the buttons she'd poked at even seemed to make it work.

She had a fresh plate of brownies (homemade) and some chips (not) at the ready, and was excited about her movie date.

[OOC: For that guy, SP warning in effect for next few hours.]

Ella settled on her bed with a box from Mandy. It had arrived a few days earlier, but she had saved it until her actual birthday ( Read more... )

Ella sat at her desk, staring at the latest letter from Char.

( It answered a question she had asked about his opinion on his future title and read, in part: )