Room 216, Saturday Morning

So, prom could be pretty fun. Who would've known?

Okay, so Natalie's opinion might have leaned heavily on where she'd ended up at the end of the night. She was still there, sweetly asleep with her back against another warm body that had been instrumental in her enjoyment of the night before.

It was another one of those cute scenarios that would soon be destroyed with the arrival of a tiny person. But not quite yet.

[ooc: Mainly for the two necromancers!]

Room 223, Saturday Late Morning/Noonish

Natalie had not escaped.

She was just... taking a moment to herself. She'd left Sam alone with Ada for the moment, with the excuse that she needed to go by her own room for a change of clothes, since for obvious reasons all she had in Sam's room was her prom dress. Except it wasn't really an excuse, was it, when it was the truth?

Semantics were her friend.

So, she'd made her way down the hall, she'd taken a quick shower, and she'd changed into normal clothes. She might have been stalling a little, now, because this whole thing was weird and a little unsettling, and she hated feeling unsettled, but... brushing her hair was a completely necessary action, right?

Right. So she was going to take a moment to herself to do that.

[ooc: Sam modded with permission, door is cracked, but post is wiiiide open!]