Room 507, Saturday afternoon/evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was still lying on her back on the floor, staring at the ceiling. She'd made some progress, though. She'd made some callsWas she looking forward to the conversations that would likely come from them

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[walter_n_wires]

After getting fairly well skunked repeatedly, Walter came up to see what dream Nadia had called him about.

"It's Walter," he said after knocking loudly enough to be heard over the faint guitar chords coming from the other side of the door.

[nadiathesaint]

"It's open," Nadia called. Normally, she might have put the guitar away, but she figured having something to do with her hands might be a bonus with this conversation.

She did stop playing, though.

[walter_n_wires]

Walter closed the door behind himself and grabbed a spot on Nadia's former roommate's empty bed. "So. More dreams?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Yeah." Nadia folded her arms across the top of her guitar, watching Walter's expression very carefully. "This time it was about you and Victor."

There. No details. Not yet. See what he knows, first.