Room 303- Saturday morning

[annieadderall]

Annie hadn't made it to the party last night, because a lot of yesterday had involved some "ohmygodwhatdidIdo?!" type of flailing. So she'd gone to sleep early in her own bed, thinking maybe today she could wake up and everything would just reset itself

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[lockestheway]

Peter... had not planned to sleep here overnight, actually. He had planned to go back to his room and work after the fact, but. Well. He'd gotten distracted.

Sigh, Rebecca.

And as if that wasn't bad enough, he was now being awoken by what sounded like nails on chalkboard times a million.

He jerked violently upright. "Rebecca!" he said. "What the fuck?!"

[annieadderall]

"What? I am not Rebecca!" She felt dirty even being called that, and pulled the covers up to make sure that everything was completely covered because she didn't need to look to realize there weren't clothes and where was a time machine when she needed one? "Oh my god, what did I do?"

There was actually a little very serious worry for the girl who'd had a total nervous breakdown once, which really only enforced the time machine-coveting.

[lockestheway]

Peter stared at her. As far as ways to wake up went, this... was nowhere near his top ten. "What the hell?" he said - he couldn't say that enough, really. "You'd think that by now you'd know what you did! You've been doing it often enough."

Thank you, Peter.

[annieadderall]

And here Annie didn't think she'd flailed nearly enough yet. "Once! I did it once!"

She went to brush some hair out of her face, and it was then that she caught sight of her hand. A hand which was definitely not its normal skin tone. At least it stopped all the italics.

"Oh god," she said, feeling something sink in the pit of her stomach. "Oh god, oh god."