Room 507, Wednesday morning
Dec. 6th, 2006 11:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nadiathesaintNadia's plan had been to head out first thing to the clinic to see if she could find Dr. Pevensie. "It couldn't hurt to try" had turned into "it might hurt if you don't try" last night, and she wanted to get it over with.
One look out the window, however, changed her mind.
Snow.
She really didn't like snow. Not since the end of last January.
Plan changed. She would stay quiet and calm no matter what happened. She was better around people, so she'd go find people, but there would be no fighting, no over reacting, no nothing.
One arm was already nicely incapacitated, so she pulled out a fingerless black glove and with some effort put it on the other hand, to remind her to keep it from grabbing or punching at people. Then she stuffed her hand in her pocket, gave Furrball a wan smile, and headed out for the day.
[ooc: establishy, not open for interaction]
One look out the window, however, changed her mind.
Snow.
She really didn't like snow. Not since the end of last January.
Plan changed. She would stay quiet and calm no matter what happened. She was better around people, so she'd go find people, but there would be no fighting, no over reacting, no nothing.
One arm was already nicely incapacitated, so she pulled out a fingerless black glove and with some effort put it on the other hand, to remind her to keep it from grabbing or punching at people. Then she stuffed her hand in her pocket, gave Furrball a wan smile, and headed out for the day.
[ooc: establishy, not open for interaction]
