11th Fairy Tale § Action/Written
[In House 7]
[It was very unusual for Jilly to go to bed early or to sleep in. There was too much to be done and she just wasn't the type to sit still unless she had a rather engrossing art project holding her attention. Yet, as Friday had come to a close, she'd found herself feeling...off. She'd gone to bed early, determined to sleep off whatever this was...
And didn't wake up until well past noon.
It is a rather disheveled artist that finds her way down to House 7's kitchen. Everything was feeling vaguely surreal, and the tickle that had been in the back of her throat had moved to a full out ache. Scrubbing her eyes, she leaned heavily on the counter while waiting for her coffee to brew. There was a list of things she'd wanted to accomplish, but as she tries to sort them out they slip and slide and jumble in her mind, until she's fairly certain they've started to repeat.
Whatever this is, she does not approve.]
[A few hours later]
[her voice isn't exactly hoarse over the journals, but it is most certainly not her normal, cheerful tones. She doesn't bother to filter. Filtering takes concentration and what she has to say isn't exactly a state secret]
Archie...I don't think I'll be coming by to paint after all. Rain check?
[OOC: Open to House 7 Roommates and visitors or over the journal. Jilly's going to be out of commission for awhile while I survive RL shenanigans. At least she shouldn't get into too much trouble?]
[It was very unusual for Jilly to go to bed early or to sleep in. There was too much to be done and she just wasn't the type to sit still unless she had a rather engrossing art project holding her attention. Yet, as Friday had come to a close, she'd found herself feeling...off. She'd gone to bed early, determined to sleep off whatever this was...
And didn't wake up until well past noon.
It is a rather disheveled artist that finds her way down to House 7's kitchen. Everything was feeling vaguely surreal, and the tickle that had been in the back of her throat had moved to a full out ache. Scrubbing her eyes, she leaned heavily on the counter while waiting for her coffee to brew. There was a list of things she'd wanted to accomplish, but as she tries to sort them out they slip and slide and jumble in her mind, until she's fairly certain they've started to repeat.
Whatever this is, she does not approve.]
[A few hours later]
[her voice isn't exactly hoarse over the journals, but it is most certainly not her normal, cheerful tones. She doesn't bother to filter. Filtering takes concentration and what she has to say isn't exactly a state secret]
Archie...I don't think I'll be coming by to paint after all. Rain check?
[OOC: Open to House 7 Roommates and visitors or over the journal. Jilly's going to be out of commission for awhile while I survive RL shenanigans. At least she shouldn't get into too much trouble?]