Out on the preserve, Monday afternoon [NFB]
Nadia? Yeah, she's still at the bottom of that big hole out on the preserve. She'd slept pretty fitfully throughout the night, often waking up to try and climb her way out again, but it was no use. The dirt of the hole's wall was too soft to support her weight, and the lowest of the tree roots was out of jumping range.
So right now, she's sitting at the bottom, idly throwing rocks and tearing up bits of leaves and imagining all the things she wants to do with Steerpike when she gets her hands on him.
[ooc: establishy, only. NFB, please! Nadia will continue to be stuck in a hole, and people will continue to think she's turned into a degu, until Thursday or thereabouts.]
So right now, she's sitting at the bottom, idly throwing rocks and tearing up bits of leaves and imagining all the things she wants to do with Steerpike when she gets her hands on him.
[ooc: establishy, only. NFB, please! Nadia will continue to be stuck in a hole, and people will continue to think she's turned into a degu, until Thursday or thereabouts.]