Tempe woke up, sat up in bed and stretched. She was a little bit cold this morning, probably because she hadn't woken up with a kitty blanket, like she had yesterday morning ( Read more... )

Tempe stretched out on her bed, weetiny kitties settling in all around her. Except, of course, for the grey-furred kitty and the golden-furred kitty, who were curled up on her chest again, playfully batting each other with their weetiny paws ( Read more... )

Tempe sat on the couch, her eyes closed, attempting to sleep. Thoughts of the week, however, flitted through her brain like so many flitting things.

Last Friday, she'd woken up in Sawyer's bed, where they'd had a conversation about relationships.

The next day, she'd wandered into the Seahorse common room, which had not turned out well at all. ( Read more... )

Tempe woke up, her head at an odd angle, and her feet propped up on something strong and muscly. The notebook lay at her side, pen uncapped and flashlight still blazing away. Apparently, she'd managed to fall asleep again last night after her nightmare. Right in the middle of writing, it seemed ( Read more... )

Tempe was curled up on a couch in the common room, her ever-present notebook in hand. She began writing about the day's events.

Woke up this morning and had breakfast, made by a machine. Damn, those waffles were delicious ( Read more... )

Tempe sat back in her bunk and went over the events since she'd arrived, in her mind, while also taking very detailed notes, for inclusion in her scrapbook later. Because she's a geek, and starts projects early.

She'd arrived on Saturday, and fallen asleep until Sunday morning. Then, she'd wandered into the common room and met SawyerSawyer had ( Read more... )