Inara didn't have any parents coming this weekend, at least so far as she knew, nor did she have any superiors coming from Shinon.

Hopefully.

Still, it was as good an excuse as any to get some cleaning done, change over her linens, and pack away her summer clothes. After that, maybe a book.

[ooc: Door and post are open!]

Inara was doing her very best to sneak into her room, hopefully before anyone she knew saw her--not only was she covered in dried mud and fragrant with the eau de fandom pond, but her jeans (were they even hers? They didn't seem to cover very much...) were torn and her sweater didn't meet the waistband and where the hell were her room keysGood ( Read more... )

Inara had traded in her outfit of yesterday for one that was much more conventional, at least by her standards--a pair of low-rise jeans and a midriff-bearing sweater.

She'd done so well the night before, without even having to do actual work, that she'd decided to try her luck again.

It wasn't that cold out, but Inara couldn't help shivering. Not that she was really dressed for the weather, but it was more than that. She needed a fix badlyThing was, she needed the cash, first, or her dealer wouldn't let her on the block. So, here she was, working her corner, and hoping someone--anyone--would help her out ( Read more... )

The wedding had been lovely, if more than a little disconcerting in certain respects, some of which Inara couldn't fully articulate. Consequently, she was sitting under a tree, debating whether she should meditate. For now, however, the birds and rush of water were pleasant, and if she dozed a bit, well, who would know? With her still ( Read more... )

Inara hadn't slept much the night before, for obvious reasons. The anxiety and horror were lessening to some extent, but she wanted the process of returning to normalcy to be fasterTo that end, she was sitting cross-legged on the floor of her room, surrounded on four sides by a lit candle, a bowl of water, a bonzai tree, and the open window, ( Read more... )

No more pain.

Her screaming stopped abruptly and she fought to regain her breath. Glancing down at her legs, her arms, her torso, she realized that she was no longer bleeding. Indeed, it didn't appear she ever had been.

( But it wasn't over )

When Inara opened her eyes, she didn't see the cold, dank cell she was expecting. ( On sale now! )

It was too late and dark for riding, but Inara decided to make her way over to the stables anyway, visiting with Trenor in lieu of Karal ( Read more... )

Inara was back in her room for the moment but was preparing to return to the cabins to hunt for her lost undergarments, unable to believe she'd either forgotten or lost all of them.

Before she left, though, she decided to try searching the room again.

[ooc: Door and post are open!]