Room 502/4/6, Tuesday evening
Nadia was stretched out on her bed, flipping through her dream journal. In theory, she was looking for connections between some of the different parts of her dreams. In reality, she was mostly staring vaguely at the pages . . . and, okay, occasionally flipping back to giggle at the drawing of Pip fleeing the morality bot.
It was better than thinking about some of the things that had happened the last time she was in Fandom over the month of March. Nadia wasn't a big fan of her birthday, but she did have a tendency to remember other anniversaries. The bad ones, at the very least.
Furrball was playing with a pair of rather rusted rollerskates, which mostly involved him stepping on them, and going careening around the room, mewling frantically.
[ooc: open, especially to any roommates.]
It was better than thinking about some of the things that had happened the last time she was in Fandom over the month of March. Nadia wasn't a big fan of her birthday, but she did have a tendency to remember other anniversaries. The bad ones, at the very least.
Furrball was playing with a pair of rather rusted rollerskates, which mostly involved him stepping on them, and going careening around the room, mewling frantically.
[ooc: open, especially to any roommates.]