Room 324, Early Friday Evening
It hadn't been the best morning Kate had ever had. It hadn't been the worst either, though, and she knew that. Not that she'd admit it, but it had felt good to talk, if even just a little bit.
But it had still left her feeling distinctly uncomfortable.
There were two people she usually went to when she felt like this. The first one she'd tried to get a hold of straight after leaving Jack's room. It had taken her a while, but she'd found him.
... Which had then meant bitching to a desert mouse about stupid fucking transformations taking place at stupid fucking times before letting him go off on his merry way again.
And the other person she usually went to? Mitchell. Yeah.
So Kate had just taken a long, long walk through town. And now she was back in her room, sprawled on her bed with an issue of Cosmopolitan, with music on for company, a little louder than usual. So not thinking about next week, and especially not about any Monday classes.
[ooc: Door is closed, post is open, music can be heard in the hallway but shouldn’t quite be loud enough to upset the neighbours.]
But it had still left her feeling distinctly uncomfortable.
There were two people she usually went to when she felt like this. The first one she'd tried to get a hold of straight after leaving Jack's room. It had taken her a while, but she'd found him.
... Which had then meant bitching to a desert mouse about stupid fucking transformations taking place at stupid fucking times before letting him go off on his merry way again.
And the other person she usually went to? Mitchell. Yeah.
So Kate had just taken a long, long walk through town. And now she was back in her room, sprawled on her bed with an issue of Cosmopolitan, with music on for company, a little louder than usual. So not thinking about next week, and especially not about any Monday classes.
[ooc: Door is closed, post is open, music can be heard in the hallway but shouldn’t quite be loud enough to upset the neighbours.]