Room 505, Monday Evening
Class had been eerily normal and low-key.
Karina wasn’t complaining, exactly, but it left her wary. It was an improvement, especially as she caught up on the radio broadcasts, and realized just how much crazy she’d missed--which she wasn’t complaining about either-but it still left her wondering what was coming next.
She sprawled out on her bed, listening to podcasts, with her door open, and mulled over the fact that this place was turning her paranoid and she’d managed to have the luck at avoiding most of the bad things.
That was one good thing, she supposed. All the paranoia, hardly any of the trauma? She could deal with that.
[Open, sure!]
Karina wasn’t complaining, exactly, but it left her wary. It was an improvement, especially as she caught up on the radio broadcasts, and realized just how much crazy she’d missed--which she wasn’t complaining about either-but it still left her wondering what was coming next.
She sprawled out on her bed, listening to podcasts, with her door open, and mulled over the fact that this place was turning her paranoid and she’d managed to have the luck at avoiding most of the bad things.
That was one good thing, she supposed. All the paranoia, hardly any of the trauma? She could deal with that.
[Open, sure!]