Room 507, Saturday
After the adventure of the gig in Baltimore, Nadia wanted nothing more than to just flop over onto her bed with her cat and sleep for the rest of the weekend. Unfortunately, while she got the flop and the cat right, the sleep just wasn't coming.
It felt like everything that had happened the last two weeks was storming into her brain, demanding attention.
Starting with finding out all about Walter's condition on Parents Weekend, and it had just gotten worse when, after leaving him alone for a bit, she found him unconcious on the floor of his room. Fortunately, Pippi had been able to come help get him to the clinic, and after spending far too much time curled up in a chair, Schrodinger had finally shown up with a solution. It just happened to have been one where she'd had to promise something she wasn't sure what was yet to someone she didn't know and sure as hell didn't trust. But at least it worked. Walter was awake, and had even been up for low-key Trick or Treating on Halloween. Then there was the whole Day of the Dead thing, helping Walter escape the clinic, the gig, followed by jail, and finally getting bailed out. Potential death, potential Rambaldi badness, and cops.
Ick.
She stuck her pillow over her head to avoid just staring at the ceiling and hoped sleep might find its way to her anyway.
[ooc: linkdrop, eventually, but also open if anyone else is up and bored right now.]
It felt like everything that had happened the last two weeks was storming into her brain, demanding attention.
Starting with finding out all about Walter's condition on Parents Weekend, and it had just gotten worse when, after leaving him alone for a bit, she found him unconcious on the floor of his room. Fortunately, Pippi had been able to come help get him to the clinic, and after spending far too much time curled up in a chair, Schrodinger had finally shown up with a solution. It just happened to have been one where she'd had to promise something she wasn't sure what was yet to someone she didn't know and sure as hell didn't trust. But at least it worked. Walter was awake, and had even been up for low-key Trick or Treating on Halloween. Then there was the whole Day of the Dead thing, helping Walter escape the clinic, the gig, followed by jail, and finally getting bailed out. Potential death, potential Rambaldi badness, and cops.
Ick.
She stuck her pillow over her head to avoid just staring at the ceiling and hoped sleep might find its way to her anyway.
[ooc: linkdrop, eventually, but also open if anyone else is up and bored right now.]