Other than a few trips to the bathroom, Nadia hadn't left her room since Saturday night. The fact that she was currently attempting to work on a report for her superiors at SIDE on the various things she'd learned thus far in Milieux meant that odds were good she wouldn't be leaving any time soon ( Read more... )

Progress had been made. For one, Nadia was no longer curled into a ball, and she'd managed to make it all the way back to her room ( Read more... )

All of Nadia's notes from her background checks were safely tucked away, and she was lounging on her bed, using a ribbon to tease Furrball, and waiting for Thelma to arrive.

When we arrive, sons and daughters, she sang softly.
We'll make our home on the water.
We'll build our walls with aluminum,
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon. . . .Maybe ( Read more... )

It wasn't like Nadia had much else to do, and the front porch was totally the new roof, so Nadia was out with her guitar, playing to the swamp and anyone else who might happen by.

Today's choice? Sinnerman by Nina Simone. It hadn't been easy to translate the piano into guitar, but it was a hell of a lot of fun to sing.

[ooc: I assure you, it's ( Read more... )