Room 213 [all day]

[auroryborealis]

So.

Once Luke had handwavily untied her, Rory had decided that maybe she didn't want to leave her bed after all. Maybe she'd rather just live there.

Forever.

Under the covers.

Where she wouldn't be soliciting anyone for anything.

...of course, her black eye was back, but it could be zillions of times worse.

[Open to anyone who wants to talk

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[bridge_carson]

A very, very embarrassed Bridge carrying a paper bag and a bottle of orange juice knocks on Rory's door.

[auroryborealis]

After a moment, the door opens, and...Vladdie is floating there.

"Rory doesn't live here anymore," says a high-pitched voice that sounds very much like Rory in falsetto.

[bridge_carson]

"Vladdie?" Bridge says, pretending to be confused. "When did you learn how to talk?"

[auroryborealis]

"...I've been learning via correspondence course," the wee voice tries.

Vladdie yawns in the middle of it so it's not very believable at all.

[can_be_more]

After leaving 238 this morning, Aeryn spent a lot of time out walking. Enough that this can go wherever in the day it needs to, la. And if she's avoiding going back to the room, well... shh. Which is why she ends up knocking on Rory's door.

[auroryborealis]

"Rory died and doesn't live here anymore," Rory tries from under her covers, but the door's unlocked.

[can_be_more]

"Rory's very eloquent for a dead person," Aeryn notes, cracking the door open.

[auroryborealis]

"Oh, god. Hi," she says, peeking out from under her blanket. "You can come in. You were as bad off as I was."