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 was feeling . . . abstracted. She blamed a number of factors, including that most of the boys in the school, including her boyfriend, were currently girls, the super-powerful (apparently) brownies she'd had the night before (and no more left, since it had turned into an impromptu brownie party), and the fact that she'd been spending much of ( 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... )

Nadia was still giggling slightly over the fresh pot from Cafe Fina as she lead Walter back to the dorms and to room 507. Once inside, she closed the door behind them, locked it firmly, and then turned to lean against it ( Read more... )

Nadia was spending a thrilling Saturday night on her bed, with Furrball attacking her feet, her guitar propped in her lap as she worked on "Thinking isn't Emo".

No emo on the roof was what you'd said to me ( Read more... )

In the chilly dark that was the pre-pre-dawn New Jersey morning, the headlights of passing trucks and cars swooped along the embankment at high speed, briefly illuminating an empty expanse of overgrown brown grass broken only by occasional patches of dirty gray snow and the flourescent green and white sign indicating a rest area at the next exit ( Read more... )

Nadia woke up with a slight headache, but otherwise no ill effects from the acorn to the head she'd gotten last night at the radio station ( Read more... )

"Here we go," Nadia said to Brian!Walter as they got to the door. "We'll have to see if my roommate is around, though."

She dug into her pocket for her key.

Then she dug into the other pocket.

Then she started patting herself down.

"Oh caray," she muttered, then turned back to Brian. "Do you have a hair pin?"

[ooc: locked to walter_n_wires, bitte.]

Nadia lay on her back on her bed, staring up at her chart, trying to figure out what she was still missing from the puzzle of what had been going on around here, lately.

She was starting to go a little crosseyed from it, actually.

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