Room 507, Sunday night

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia got back to her room after the still being played brownie ritual feeling . . . a little abstract. Veronica was leaving. Xander was leaving. Jamie was hiding out in town after the whole . . . thing that had happened that weekend. She still hadn't found her little, and was scared of being labeled a bad big sister, but none of that was quite having the impact it might have had, because, wow, she was stoned.

Oh, hey, her door was fixed.

She shuffled in, flopped down on her bed, and after what might have been five minutes or might have been five years, pulled out her phone to call Naomi.

Hopefully the girl hadn't gotten sucked into locker 327 already.

And, wow, the ceiling was incredibly interesting. Who knew?

[ooc: open for anyone, but especially Naomi should she get the voicemail]

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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter was drunk by the time he finished up at Caritas. So not so romantic to have drunk boyfriend showing up knocking on your door at night, but there he was, knocking.

"It's Walter."

[nadiathesaint]

Fair enough, considering that Nadia was stoned. She peered around the room.

"Where?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

He knocked again. "Outside your not brokenated door."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia giggled. "What are you doing way out there?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter knocked again, quietly but continuously. "Knocking."

[nadiathesaint]

"But that means you're all distant." Nadia rolled over and stopped staring at the ceiling. "From a distance," she sang, "the world looks greeeeeeeeeen and bluuuuuuuuuuue--aren't you gonna come in?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter blinked. He hadn't thought about trying the knob. He stopped knocking and opened the door. "Al fixed your lock," he said completely unnecessarily.

[nadiathesaint]

"And snooooooow capped mouuuuuuntains whiiiiiiiite," Nadia nodded. "So he did."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I have to bake him a pie." Walter closed the door and tried not to weave on his way across the room to sit on Nadia's bed.

[nadiathesaint]

"Good idea," Nadia whispered. "But SHHHHH! He's watching."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Who's watching?" Walter looked around a little too fast and ended up leaning heavily on his elbow.

[nadiathesaint]

"God, duh. God is watching uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus! from a distance!" Nadia finished singing and flopped over on the bed. "He has the best surveilance equipment."

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

After receiving Nadia's message, Naomi made her way up to room 507. She knocked for a second, "hello?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Ooo!" Nadia sat up quickly. "Hello?"

She stopped just short of asking if it was god. "The door's unlocked!"

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi entered the room and stood in the doorway. She looked around nervously.

[nadiathesaint]

"Naomi Wildman, I presume?" Nadia giggled. "I am soooo sorry about missing you earlier. If you're her. If you're not, hi! I'm Nadia! Nice to meet you!"

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi nodded, "I'm Naomi, it's nice to meet you,"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter waved to the girl and made note of her horns and that those were what "bindis" apparently were. "I'm Walter. Don't mind me."

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi waved back shyly, "hi,"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter rolled at the hips until he was lying on his back with his legs dangling over the edge of her bed at the knees.

"Why is he watching us now? Did we do something?"

[nadiathesaint]

"I dunno. The song doesn't say."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I met someone who knows me," Walter said, staring at the ceiling. "In the future."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia rolled her head to stare at him. "Oh?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Weird looking kid. He has cat ears. He says he knows me in the late 90s." Was it cowardly that he hadn't wanted too many details about his future self?

[nadiathesaint]

"Did he . . . did he say what you were like?" Maybe the kid was lying and just trying to mess with Walter?

Maybe the kid would get introduced to her mallet and new taser. . . .