Room 507, Saturday afternoon/evening
Nadia was still lying on her back on the floor, staring at the ceiling. She'd made some progress, though. She'd made some calls.
Was she looking forward to the conversations that would likely come from them?
Well, no, not really. But that just meant she should get them over with.
After a while, she sat up, grabbed her guitar, and started idly playing scales.
[ooc: open or whatever.]
Was she looking forward to the conversations that would likely come from them?
Well, no, not really. But that just meant she should get them over with.
After a while, she sat up, grabbed her guitar, and started idly playing scales.
[ooc: open or whatever.]