Servant's Quarters; Common Room; Saturday Evening.

[thedarkevangel]

Yawning, shuffling her feet, and still in her jammies (yes, jammies), Evangeline made her way over toward the common room of her dormitory. She rubbed gingerly at one of her eyes; the period of hibernation had done her well, even if it was brief, but it was so hard to get back into the swing of things after all that sleeping. She knew she should start by getting out of her room, but she wasn't willing to go too far or be too involved. So plopping down on the couch and watching mindless human television programs seemed a good way to try to push her brain toward being stimulated again. She kicked her little bunny-slippered feet idly as she continued to yawn and flip through channels.

Oooh, a ballet on the arts channel. Watching this would make her still seem good and pretentious if anyone came in. She did, after all, have a reputation to uphold, despite what the little raggity stuffed bunny rabbit doll sitting beside her seemed to suggest.

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