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.

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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 ( Read more... )

Nadia got back to her room after the still being played brownie ritual feeling . . . a little abstract. Veronica was leaving. Xander was leaving. Jamie was hiding out in town after the whole . . . thing that had happened that weekend. She still hadn't found her little, and was scared of being labeled a bad big sister, but none of that was quite ( Read more... )

Nadia knew her friends were worried about her. She knew they thought she was losing it over the whole Sloane thing. She'd heard them talking about it in the workshop that morning.

And maybe they were right. She had been panicking and she hadn't been in anyway useful the last two days. But talking to Alfred and then getting the message from ( Read more... )

Nadia had slept in. After her weird encounter with Angelo, who was apparently being manhunted by the mountie, as well as Parker and Bridge, then trying to explain the whole thing to Jamie and somehow making Sakurazaki more depressed, it had been awhile before she'd managed to get to sleep ( Read more... )

Nadia wobbled into the cabin and flopped over into bed.

Okay, so it technically wasn't her bed, but, well, it practically was, these days.

"I liiiiiiiiiiike the blue dr'nk."

( Writing linkdrops is like flying in dreams. . . . )

Nadia walked slowly into her room, letting the door fall shut behind her and let out another breath.

Then she turned and punched the door.

ow.

She slid down to the floor, tucking her arms around herself between her chest and her knees, and tucked her head down.

( Today had not been her best day, ever )

Nadia had managed to do a pretty good job so far of not thinking too much about where Walter was or what he was doing, today. The many conversations she'd had in the second floor common room had certainly helped with that.

Unfortunately, she still hadn't been able to get much sleep. So in the afternoon, she headed upstairs to take a nap.

( Her phone had other ideas. )

Nadia lounged on the floor near her bed, her guitar perched on her lap. She would have loved to be playing on the roof, but suspected fig pudding would not be good for her guitar.

She played a song that she'd heard from a traveling band on a sailboat back in Argentina. Unfortunately, she couldn't quite remember all the ( lyrics )