Room 502/4/6, Tuesday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

No classes, plus achiness and trauma from having been forced to keep playing her guitar for several hours the day before, meant Nadia slept in.

When she woke up, her hands were still cramping and her arms felt kind of like lead. Her shoulders were so sore that they'd tensed up her neck as well, and she could feel the beginnings of a headache. And let's not even get into how her throat felt.

She stumbled out of bed to go looking for some water, tripped over Furrball, and kind of decided that maybe staying on the floor might not be a bad idea for a bit.

Then Furrball pounced on her feet.

It was one of those days.

[ooc: open, especially to roommate types]

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Hey." Pippi flounced into the room after class.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia mumbled something entirely incomprehensible and very hoarse into the carpet.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Did you drop something?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia lifted one hand a few inches off the ground and did her best to get her fingers to point at the cat on her foot.

It probably looked more like a vaguely waving fist, but, well, you do what you can.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi reached down to pick up said cat on said food.

"What did you do to make Nadia shake her fist at you so?" she asked the cat.

[nadiathesaint]

Furrball bumped his head against Pippi's shoulder and mewed.

//The things! On her ankles! They made her fall! I kill them. . . .//

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi looked down so see what things Furrball was talking about as she scratched him behind the ears.

//You are very brave. Good job.//

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia? Still face down on the floor. She might have been slowly banging her head against it if she weren't so sore.

Furrball purred. //I know. Merdebaise will love me for sure, now.//

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

//Good luck with that.// she said putting him down on Nadia's bed.

"Do you want help up?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia mumbled into the carpet again before slowly turning her head.

Honestly, her words weren't that much more intelligible when they weren't being directed at the floor. ". . . h'im ffiiine hir. Nidt wuht'her."

It wouldn't be so bad if half the syllables didn't keep trying to come out as just breathy H sounds. Stupid vocal chords.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi tried to translate that into people talk.

"...You. Need water?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded. Yes and no questions were her friends. After a moment she managed to roll herself onto her side, letting out a soft hiss as she pushed herself up into a sitting position.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Okay, one water, coming up."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was not about to try kissing Pippi as a thank you, so she hissed out a hoarse version of the word instead. She wanted to rub her hands and arms and throat to try and get rid of the aching, but touching anything made her fingers sting.

She still had faint, purple lines on her fingertips from the strings. And bandaids on a few of them, as well.