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whenshewasnice) wrote2013-05-17 03:35 pm
whenshewasnice) wrote2013-05-17 03:35 pm
Room 227, Friday Afternoon
Natalie had gotten mind controlled in her nightmare last night. Good times. Gold star. Great start to the day. She'd been more than a little thankful to have something to do pretty soon after, with Clint's new workshop starting up today. But by now the class had come and gone, and she was back in her room, trying to think of something to do that wasn't pointless worrying.
It was probably for the best, then, that she didn't know her voicemail to her mother this morning had gone out to several people. Or that the one to Sam had definitely not reached him, either. Yeah, that knowledge would probably just have added to the stress she was already feeling.
She sat down at her computer. Checked her email, then opened up an empty Word document. If she wasn't going to be able to focus on creating anything new today, then she might as well finally write down whatever lyrics she'd already pulled together for the song she'd been working on back home.
[ooc: Open door/post, sure sure.]
It was probably for the best, then, that she didn't know her voicemail to her mother this morning had gone out to several people. Or that the one to Sam had definitely not reached him, either. Yeah, that knowledge would probably just have added to the stress she was already feeling.
She sat down at her computer. Checked her email, then opened up an empty Word document. If she wasn't going to be able to focus on creating anything new today, then she might as well finally write down whatever lyrics she'd already pulled together for the song she'd been working on back home.
[ooc: Open door/post, sure sure.]