[ Closed / In Progress ]
Who: Lorna Bradford & Angelina Durless
What: The Stuck Together Event
Where: Lorna's Room
When: Morning
Warning: Who's to say with these two?
Rating: Pg I'm betting
The last thing Ann had done before going to bed was go over her plans for her class. She'd postponed class because she'd wanted so much to have everything figured out on her own. She'd wanted to go over plays and pick one for her class to do in addition to making sure she could handle such a thing as teaching. She had worried at her lip trying to ignore that little pang that came with uncertainty. She hated that feeling and how it settled low on her stomach.
But in the end the redhead's plans crumpled which wasn't exactly a bad thing. After all she couldn't pick a production without seeing what her students could do. She didn't want to put too many expectations on them but she certain didn't want to offend or underestimate them either. As she laid her head down that night she resolved to herself that after a handful of classes and a bit of group discussion they would find something all of them could agree on and do that. It was with that thought she drifted off to sleep, content in the knowledge that it was settled and she would be quite capable.
She would wake to something entirely different. This bed wasn’t her bed, she could tell by the feel of the pillow sham under her fingers. It wasn’t the smooth silken texture she was used to. She frowned a little and struggled to wakefulness, bleary eyes opened - only to close again. She brought her hands to her face and rubbed at her sleep heavy eyes, willing them to open and stay open this time. That seemed to do the trick and Ann sat up glancing around the room.
It was much darker than she’d expected and - this wasn’t her room! The realization startled her and she made a soft sound. Her heart took to racing as she tried to remember where she was and how she might have gotten there. Her fingers curled in the sheets that had pooled in her lap. Somehow through all the chaos that was her thoughts and the frantic drumming of her heartbeat, pounding mercilessly loud in her ears she heard it.
The sound of someone, something breathing filtered through above all others somehow. Oh dear god, what had she done last night? She took a deep breath and swallowed the silent scream that had been building up in her throat before worriedly lowering her gaze to the sleeping form next to her. She gathered up all her non-existent courage, ignoring the unexpected tears that blurred her vision, and placed a hand lightly on this other person’s obscured shape and gave them a nudge.
What: The Stuck Together Event
Where: Lorna's Room
When: Morning
Warning: Who's to say with these two?
Rating: Pg I'm betting
The last thing Ann had done before going to bed was go over her plans for her class. She'd postponed class because she'd wanted so much to have everything figured out on her own. She'd wanted to go over plays and pick one for her class to do in addition to making sure she could handle such a thing as teaching. She had worried at her lip trying to ignore that little pang that came with uncertainty. She hated that feeling and how it settled low on her stomach.
But in the end the redhead's plans crumpled which wasn't exactly a bad thing. After all she couldn't pick a production without seeing what her students could do. She didn't want to put too many expectations on them but she certain didn't want to offend or underestimate them either. As she laid her head down that night she resolved to herself that after a handful of classes and a bit of group discussion they would find something all of them could agree on and do that. It was with that thought she drifted off to sleep, content in the knowledge that it was settled and she would be quite capable.
She would wake to something entirely different. This bed wasn’t her bed, she could tell by the feel of the pillow sham under her fingers. It wasn’t the smooth silken texture she was used to. She frowned a little and struggled to wakefulness, bleary eyes opened - only to close again. She brought her hands to her face and rubbed at her sleep heavy eyes, willing them to open and stay open this time. That seemed to do the trick and Ann sat up glancing around the room.
It was much darker than she’d expected and - this wasn’t her room! The realization startled her and she made a soft sound. Her heart took to racing as she tried to remember where she was and how she might have gotten there. Her fingers curled in the sheets that had pooled in her lap. Somehow through all the chaos that was her thoughts and the frantic drumming of her heartbeat, pounding mercilessly loud in her ears she heard it.
The sound of someone, something breathing filtered through above all others somehow. Oh dear god, what had she done last night? She took a deep breath and swallowed the silent scream that had been building up in her throat before worriedly lowering her gaze to the sleeping form next to her. She gathered up all her non-existent courage, ignoring the unexpected tears that blurred her vision, and placed a hand lightly on this other person’s obscured shape and gave them a nudge.