2nd Floor Common Room: early-to-midafteroon
Rory sat curled up in a chair in the common room, watching Bitterwoman and huddled in a blankie.
She was quite clearly very, very ill. This was evidenced by...nothing, really, except that she would tell anyone who asked, in no uncertain terms, that she was, in fact, very, very ill.
So ill, actually, that she would almost certainly retire to her room and not want to be interrupted at all the entire evening, really. Absolutely not. And this sudden illness had nothing to do with anything said on the radio, or any sneaky plans. Really.
Seriously.
[ooc: Open to anyone. Come call her on being a really bad liar and/or mock her completely fake sickness. Ror'll be heading out to do something else later in the afternoon, though. :)]
ETA: Rory has left the common room, whee. But it's still here for your 2nd floor needs.
She was quite clearly very, very ill. This was evidenced by...nothing, really, except that she would tell anyone who asked, in no uncertain terms, that she was, in fact, very, very ill.
So ill, actually, that she would almost certainly retire to her room and not want to be interrupted at all the entire evening, really. Absolutely not. And this sudden illness had nothing to do with anything said on the radio, or any sneaky plans. Really.
Seriously.
[ooc: Open to anyone. Come call her on being a really bad liar and/or mock her completely fake sickness. Ror'll be heading out to do something else later in the afternoon, though. :)]
ETA: Rory has left the common room, whee. But it's still here for your 2nd floor needs.