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OOC: That old availability jive
Yeah. So. My internet's not working. Currently I'm piggy-backed onto another network in my apartment building (the only one that's not secured), but I have no idea how long that will last (as long as I can possibly get it to). There's a possibility, according to the cable people, that my internet will magically reappear, say around 5 pm or so, ( Read more... ) -
Room 507, Friday evening
Nadia? Still curled up in the corner of her old dorm room. At least she's no longer on the verge of hyperventilating ( Read more... ) -
The fifth floor girl's bathroom to room 507, Friday afternoon
Nadia felt a bit like she'd sleepwalked through her class, today. And through most other things. She blamed the bad news she got last night for the seemingly endless stream of nightmares that she'd had every time she'd tried to close her eyes last night and as she stood over the sink splashing cold water on her face ( Read more... ) -
Room 502/4/6, Thursday morning
Nadia's dreams had been familiar, but that was the only thing about them that might be referred to as "comforting". It was all the old themes: abandonment, transformation, death and destruction; in all the old locations: the russian lab, the orphanage, that strange gray city with the hovering ball of doom . . . with just a bit of the Fandom ( Read more... ) -
Room 502/4/6, Tuesday afternoon
A day without classes meant that Nadia was sitting up on her bed, painting her toenails when her old cellphone suddenly rang.
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Room 507, Friday afternoon [NFB]
After a handwaved trip to the weapons locker, Nadia lead Annette back up to her old room and closed the door behind them.
"Do you have any idea how incredibly foolish that was?"
[ooc: for Annette, please. NFB.] -
Room 502/4/6, Tuesday afternoon
No classes, plus achiness and trauma from having been forced to keep playing her guitar for several hours the day before, meant Nadia slept in ( Read more... ) -
Camp cabin area, Wednesday night [NFB]
Nadia had a few supplies tucked into her backpack and she sat down by the main campfire to wait for Annette.
[ooc: Nadia and Annette are sneaky liek woah! Locked to her, and NFB, please?] -
Room 502/4/6, Tuesday evening
Nadia was stretched out on her bed, flipping through her dream journal. In theory, she was looking for connections between some of the different parts of her dreams. In reality, she was mostly staring vaguely at the pages . . . and, okay, occasionally flipping back to giggle at the drawing of Pip fleeing the morality bot ( Read more... ) -
NYC, Saturday night
Nadia and Haruhi had been shopping. And now? They were celebrating ( Read more... )