After her nap in Foreign Lit and falling asleep outside Artie's porta-home, Nadia has come to the conclusion that she can sleep dream free all she wants, just so long as she's not sleeping in her own bed.
This, of course, is ridiculous; odds are good that the reason for her pleasant naps was due to having stayed up until she was too exhausted to remember any dreams she might have had. But Nadia is fifteen going on sixteen (sing it with me!) and doesn't always reason things out using Earth logic.
As a result of her likely erroneous conclusion, Nadia is curled up on the couch in the fifth floor common room under her blanket, and happily snoring away.
[ooc: feel free to use for your fifth floor common room needs (whatever those might be, you dirty, dirty freaks). I'm almost always willing to torture my poor character more]
This, of course, is ridiculous; odds are good that the reason for her pleasant naps was due to having stayed up until she was too exhausted to remember any dreams she might have had. But Nadia is fifteen going on sixteen (sing it with me!) and doesn't always reason things out using Earth logic.
As a result of her likely erroneous conclusion, Nadia is curled up on the couch in the fifth floor common room under her blanket, and happily snoring away.
[ooc: feel free to use for your fifth floor common room needs (whatever those might be, you dirty, dirty freaks). I'm almost always willing to torture my poor character more]