Back at the Hotel; Chicago, Late Saturday Night.
There was only so much one could do to keep reaffirming life and not thinking about the fact that she'd been traipsing over her own dead body earlier before needing rest and somewhere quiet. With a laugh, drunk on energy, Rosette dropped onto the bed in the hotel room she and John had gotten for the night before heading back to Fandom tomorrow. She draped a hand over her stomach and let out a long sigh. "Oh, maaaaan," she giggled. "That was fun..."
[[ again, for apocalypsesoon; NFB due to distance; comments to get increasingly NWS as the thread goes on and John-mun and I get closer to hell for nunsmex.... ]]
[[ again, for apocalypsesoon; NFB due to distance; comments to get increasingly NWS as the thread goes on and John-mun and I get closer to hell for nunsmex.... ]]