Room 303, Wednesday morning

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia lay awake, staring at the ceiling, as she had been for the last few hours. At least she'd gotten some sleep, even if it had been filled with images of things Sloane might do that might have been and might not have been prophetic.

The side of her neck was getting a bit raw from her rubbing it to check for wounds or blood.

Something had to happen soon, or something, possibly her brain, would break. Though in retrospect, she was pretty sure her friends probably thought her brain already had.

Her breathing quickened as her eyes flicked down to stare at the door instead. She wanted out. But the door was sealed and so was the window and all three of them were stuck inside. . . .

[ooc: for the 303 residents, since no one can get in until Al un-alchemies the door.]

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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter hadn't had the most restful of nights, but it couldn't have been as bad as Nadia's. The change in her breathing drew him out of his light sleep to look around for any sign that anything was happening.

And sleeping with glasses on? A pain in the ass, but less so than sleeping with a contact lens in.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia rubbed at her neck again, still staring at the door.

Out! She wanted out!

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter touched her shoulder and spoke quietly to avoid waking Al. "Hey."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia hadn't known Walter was awake. She jumped and spun at the hand on her shoulder, her arms up, ready to defend herself from an attack.

Seeing it was Walter, she tried to calm down. "Out."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter's thoughts about Arvin Sloane were many and bloody, which, given his background, might succeed in raising even Sloane's eyebrow if he could see them.

"Why don't you take advantage of our private bathroom and get a shower first?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia closed her eyes and kept trying to force her breathing to normalize. "Come with me?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Of course." This was too much. Walter was starting to think Nadia had what amounted to a phobia of Sloane. "Did you dream?"

[nadiathesaint]

Saying Nadia had a phobia of Sloane might not be entirely inaccurate. "Yeah. I don't know if it was like that, though."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Right." Walter rubbed his face tiredly. "Are you going to be able to manage Alfred's class today?"

[nadiathesaint]

Alfred's class meant getting out of the tiny sealed room?

"Yes. I need to start . . . thinking normally."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Yes, you do." She'd been a wreck since finding out about Sloane. "So, shower. Clear your head if you can. I'll leave you a clean t-shirt, and when you're finished we can wake Al."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia took as deep a breath as she could and forced her hand down from her neck. It took an effort not to insist that Walter come to the shower with her instead of just leaving her a clean shirt. "Okay."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter was already gathering his contact lens supplies and clean clothes for himself to go into the bathroom with her as he'd said he would. Pity the situation didn't lend itself to ogling.

He pulled a clean shirt out of a drawer and tossed it to her. "You made it safely through the night. You'll get through the day as well."

[nadiathesaint]

"Yeah." Nadia made an effort not to continuously glance around as she prepared for her shower. "I'll be fine."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Yes, you will. And we're going out with Pip and Pippi on her boat today, don't forget." Provided nothing blew up or went otherwise pear-shaped.

[nadiathesaint]

"Right. Sailing." On a boat. In the open. "When is that?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"After workshop was all Pippi said. You can talk to her about it when we get to the restaurant if you need to arrange anything with her."

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

Alphonse was normally a heavy sleeper, so it probably wasn't much of a surprise that he started to stir awake sometime after the other two occupants were up and about. He rolled over, blinked a few times to get his bleary vision back into focus, and then slowly lifted himself upright. Then he realized, oh, right, he'd need to unseal the door again. He should get the out of the way, first.