Room 502, Tuesday night
Romeo had washed his face all but raw, but there remained a blue coating over the pink flesh. Finally giving up, he tossed his washcloth to moulder in the pile of laundry and took a seat on his bed, absently sipping from a mug of coffee (no tea, thanks, possibly ever) as he thought over his wonderful-horrible last week.
He had spent some time last weekend attempting to master the idioms of this place, though he feared it was a losing battle.
To his surprise, he realized being poisoned, while the worst class, was not even especially weird, not compared to sniffing each other, or spreading rumors.
He had spent time with some wonderful girls of late: For example, Annette, who seemed quite sweet, if not especially good at holding her liquor. And Robin and Brooke at Caritas. And Rikku; he reminded himself to wear a Hawaiian shirt for her again on Friday. And River, a true if unsettling friend. Reno, while not a girl, seemed more like the people in Verona than anyone else he had met.
And, given how full his thoughts were of Dojima, he recognized his worries to Liir about never loving again may have been premature. It occurred to him he hadn't told her the dance (and here he looked at the tickets again) was a date; he hoped she'd see it as one, if it went well.
[OOC: Door cracked and knockable, and of course open to Teyla.]
He had spent some time last weekend attempting to master the idioms of this place, though he feared it was a losing battle.
To his surprise, he realized being poisoned, while the worst class, was not even especially weird, not compared to sniffing each other, or spreading rumors.
He had spent time with some wonderful girls of late: For example, Annette, who seemed quite sweet, if not especially good at holding her liquor. And Robin and Brooke at Caritas. And Rikku; he reminded himself to wear a Hawaiian shirt for her again on Friday. And River, a true if unsettling friend. Reno, while not a girl, seemed more like the people in Verona than anyone else he had met.
And, given how full his thoughts were of Dojima, he recognized his worries to Liir about never loving again may have been premature. It occurred to him he hadn't told her the dance (and here he looked at the tickets again) was a date; he hoped she'd see it as one, if it went well.
[OOC: Door cracked and knockable, and of course open to Teyla.]