Room 507, Monday morning
May. 1st, 2006 09:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nadiathesaintNadia's arms were itching.
This probably had a lot to do with the ace-bandage-and-medical-and-gaffers-tape "casts" that were still on both of them. Fortunately, whatever it was that had shrunk all her clothes down so they would fit her this weekend had apparently grown the casts so they weren't, oh, cutting off the circulation in both her arms.
That would be bad.
Nadia would worry about all the various worrying things that had happened this weekend--like marrying Walter and Pippi, omg!--later. First, she had to get these damned bandage things off her arms before they drove her crazy.
This was rather slow going, since, despite all it's various amazing attachments, her leatherman didn't have a knife that was built to cut through several layers of fabric, plastic, and rubber-based adhesive.
Ow,
And she kept poking herself with it.
Dammit.
This probably had a lot to do with the ace-bandage-and-medical-and-gaffers-tape "casts" that were still on both of them. Fortunately, whatever it was that had shrunk all her clothes down so they would fit her this weekend had apparently grown the casts so they weren't, oh, cutting off the circulation in both her arms.
That would be bad.
Nadia would worry about all the various worrying things that had happened this weekend--like marrying Walter and Pippi, omg!--later. First, she had to get these damned bandage things off her arms before they drove her crazy.
This was rather slow going, since, despite all it's various amazing attachments, her leatherman didn't have a knife that was built to cut through several layers of fabric, plastic, and rubber-based adhesive.
Ow,
And she kept poking herself with it.
Dammit.
GgoVWwKemL
Date: 2007-05-18 11:19 pm (UTC)