when johnny comes marching home

[cookingninja]

Who: Everyone
What: Returning from the draft!
When: Midnight on the 7th and on
Where: Anywhere
Summary: Open post for post-draft returning and reaction, for those not in the plaza. If you're in the plaza, go to that log; if you're not, feel free to post here. ^^
Rating: Varies.

Comments

[Voice] Action for the House 10 if they want

[godbent]

[So she gets home in a flash, and suddenly there's mud in her bed. Mud all over. She's bone-dead tired and starting to feel feverish besides. She gets up from the bed regardless, and then crawls into the bathroom at midnight. She takes a soak in there...

And then goes to crawl back to her bed- no. The bed is muddy, she just goes to the couch in the living room and falls to sleep right there, curling up onto herself. She might need some more blankets and some chicken soup or something - she's running a fever, after all.

When she finally wakes up tomorrow at about 10AM, she clicks the journal on for an absent-minded message. A quick one, open to everyone:]

Haruhi here, I'm alive.

[Not that she feels up to replying, and her tone implies as much. But she'll try]

[action]

[godbent]

[Haruhi would be protesting.

If she wasn't sleeping on the couch once more. Her breathing is a little ragged, but all in all she looks well - there's no apparent cuts or bruising. Or well, none visible on her arms and legs cuddled up in her long-sleeve pajamas as she is]

[action]

[godbent]

[Be more smitten.

She doesn't really stir that much though, just a little mummer of not really coherent words. And her face being flushed]

[action]

[godbent]

[Oh yeah man, she has one. Quite a distinct one, actually.]

[action]

[godbent]

[Yeah well you're going to be at it a while, Minato. Haruhi's going to sleep another hour or hour and a half or so, ultimately. But... well. If you're going to creep on her that long she'll be stirring back awake. Covered in sweat that is]

[action]

[godbent]

[And she sits up. She looks at her journal, and then feels the blankets, and then sits up to look at the kitchen-

What the hell is going on?]

[action]

[godbent]

What- what are you doing here?

[With a similarly ragged sort of voice]

[action]

[godbent]

Who cal- What the- weirdo.

[Dim and sick and tired as she is, the thought process that leads her to the fact that Minato go in with his key is a quick one]