When Nadia got back to the dorms, she headed right upstairs with every intention of going to bed, but ended up just sitting there with her chin on her fist and staring blankly at the wall.

She could swear she was forgetting something important, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out what.

And it was bugging her.

[ooc: The door and the ( Read more... )

A day without classes meant that Nadia was sitting up on her bed, painting her toenails when her old cellphone suddenly rang.

( cut for one side of a phone call )

No classes, plus achiness and trauma from having been forced to keep playing her guitar for several hours the day before, meant Nadia slept in ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Nadia was attempting to pack for New York. Not such an easy task when she was also attempting to deal with a love-struck weetiny penguin who was trying to surf to places where weetiny penguins ought not to go ( Read more... )

Furrball had found a neat smelling bottle thing.

Then he'd found a nifty thing that made noise when he stepped on it.

The result? Was interesting.

Nadia had nearly managed to forget that today was the day that was officially listed as her birthday, but had remembered upon noticing the date a little while ago, after the assembly ( Read more... )

When Nadia got back to her room after putting everything away and getting checked out in the clinic, she was still wiggling her fingers around and occasionally feeling her wrist through the ace bandage to reassure herself that it was, in fact, still there. She had bruises on her neck, was back to wearing the damned shoulder brace, and was dingy ( Read more... )

After waking up in jail, then spending seven or so hours in a car arguing with Jamie about music, Nadia was feeling more than ready to be back. Or in Florida, but assuming Layla Miller was right, doing that would be a biiiiiiiig mistake ( Read more... )

The trouble with arguing with Pippi was, now she was rooming with her, and was much more likely to have to, you know, see her and talk to her again really quickly after said argument ( Read more... )