About thirty microts after the procedure was over, Aeryn thought that maybe this had been a horrible idea and wondered if she could take it back. And the answer was no, of course she couldn't. She really had felt ready, and then as soon as the stasis was actually released, it didn't seem like she ever would be.

It made more sense to stay there till she actually had the baby, in case of any problems; it wasn't like there had ever actually been a human/Sebacean hybrid before. She'd traded a couple weapons in for the currency to get lodging while they were there, which meant she could blame the uncomfortable bed for being the reason sleep wasn't coming so easily. In reality it was just too many thoughts in her head all at once, probably in large part to do with new hormones and all.

Really, she probably should have waited the other six years for this.
Aeryn spent a good amount of time at work today trying to get information on certain things. Mostly all those really boring work things to do with vacation time and insurance and a lot of other stuff she was generally clueless about. Still, no one could say she hadn't been doing her research.

She got home a little later than usual, feeling a little nervous. Which was wrong and that could stop right now, yes.

So for the moment she was busying herself telling Bertram which spots he'd missed in cleaning the floor. It was sort of like a hobby now.

[Open for those who be living there.]
The good thing about the new management at Aeryn's second job coming in and replacing all the old employees with ones they selected was that when it was her turn to get the axe, at least she still had the first job to fall back on. At the end of her shift, one of her coworkers that had also been let go, Dave, decided to give her a ride back to the apartment.

cut as i'm nice. shut up, i so am )
Aeryn didn't know much about bachelorette parties, except that they didn't usually involve paintball. Therefore online research had ended up with everyone in a bar near Yale, and a few little accessories that she didn't get personally but thought Rory would like. And she was getting a frelling veil.


[For the bachelorette party girls and SP is love omg]
The store had been open for a couple of hours when Aeryn finally emerged from the stockroom. She had no idea how long it had been, really, but she knew it felt like forever and she was pretty sure there had never been a greater waste of her time.

cut for length )
The flipside of getting a chance to go out and help save a friend and hurt some things in the process was that afterwards, it was back to normal things, like filling out job applications in front of the TV and feeling uncomfortable in the current style of clothes. There might have been a little part of her that wondered if it would be wrong to wear a pulse pistol around the apartment, just for the night.
The hotel had a modded, la brunch on Sunday mornings, which prompted handwavey notice to the wedding guests that they were welcome to hang out there if they didn't need to leave early. A section had been claimed for them, so they wouldn't have to worry too much about freaking out other hotel guests with talk of things like weaponry.

Unless they wanted to.

[OCDless and up for anyone who might be hanging around the hotel before heading back to Fandom/LA/Colorado/Yale/the desert/parts unknown/etc. etc. etc.]
Once the wedding was over, the Sun-Crichton party was ushered back indoors to the reception inside the Charles Hotel. The room was done up very nicely in red and black (for no reason, really), lit with candles and Christmas lights, several large tables set up around the room in front of the very long head table.

The hotel workers were busy getting food ready, and the doors were open, allowing the wedding party and guests to take their seats and enjoy the party.
Friday was busier than Aeryn had anticipated somehow, with people coming in from out of town, followed by the rehearsal at the hotel where the ceremony and reception would take place. And personally, she had no idea how anyone remembered how all of this sort of thing went, and she thought it was kind of stupid how much emphasis was put on something as simple as walking, but she'd go with it, as apparently these things were important. Or something.

Afterwards, the group made their way to a pizza place nearby to settle in and settle down and have one good night out before tomorrow got more stressful.


[Up early for SP. For bridal party, dates, and other guests to the Friday thingie yay!
ETA: For clarification, cuz a couple people have asked. If you were told you were welcome to the dinner, you were invited. Otherwise the wedding stuff takes place tomorrow.]
Aeryn wasn't planning on checking the schedule when she left for the night, because she wasn't supposed to be on it at all. If Mark hadn't said "See you on Tuesday" as she was heading for the door, she wouldn't have turned back to go and check.

in which aeryn does a dumb thing )
There was a week to go. A week. Aeryn had no idea how that had even happened, or where the last few months had gone, and it still didn't feel like everything was settled yet. And there was only a week. Seriously.

It was one of the rare Saturdays that she didn't have to work, second in a row now, and she was spending her day off trying to ignore everything wedding-related. Except that anytime she did something as simple as turn on the TV and flip through channels, she would come across something like a wedding-themed show marathon and be left muttering at it.
Today was one of the days Aeryn worked a double shift, because her coworkers were flakes and she was more than happy to take the overtime nowadays, even if the job sucked and she hated every moment of it. It meant she got home way too late and hated the human race in general even more, but she was used to that by now.

She took her shoes off at the door, trying not to be too loud when she closed the door, just in case anyone was already asleep.
Aeryn doesn't have to work until later, but staying in bed late kind of went out the window along with the not sleeping much thing. Which she knows is pointless and she expects that to stop, but for now, it means she's already out of bed and getting ready to go for a run. Maybe a very long run.
If pressed, Aeryn would say that the reason that she didn't sleep well last night was that she wasn't used to the bed after spending the weekend in the hotel, even though being transferred from place to place and sleeping in different places depending on assignment was practically ingrained into her genetic code. She hadn't slept well all weekend, actually, and it wasn't that she hadn't had a good time over homecoming. She really had. She liked being able to see her friends and catch up and be able to see them when she talked to them instead of using the phone. This was all while ignoring the Luxan, of course. And Lee.

There was just one little thing that just kept nagging at her.

Giving up early, Aeryn got up and dressed, and headed out, returning a while later with a bag in hand to lock herself in the bathroom. She'd wanted to do this earlier, just to have some sort of proof, but she didn't want to risk it ending up on the radio. Privacy was one plus Cambridge had over Fandom.

She read the directions about five times before taking the test, and about ten times after seeing the result, just in case she could blame this on not being a native English-reader. She knew better, though. She'd done it right, and she didn't think Aly would lie to her. She did consider making another trip out, though. Maybe a different brand would be wrong. Best out of three, even.
Aeryn had acclimated to a lot of things since she'd been on Earth, and even more since coming to Cambridge. And the one thing she hated doing more than anything besides that job was laundry. On the other hand, the alternative was letting John do it, and she wanted her clothes left without bleach writing.

in which aeryn meets a new friend )
Aeryn hates work. A lot. It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for her coworkers, or her boss, or the customers, or the job itself, but... Okay, Aeryn just hates the job.

So it might be a little unusual when she comes home later than usual after the closing shift, though she doesn't look very happy about it.

[Open for the Cambridge peeps, should they be in the hizzouse, and up early for time zones. Izzle. Omg it's early.]
Aeryn's learned that some dates have meaning, that the time between one yearly milestone and the next can be a really big deal. Thinking from last August 13 to this one, making it through an entire year almost deserves a congratuations.

Which is why she's seriously pissed off that the little blonde bitch with the stupid name that she never remembers called in sick again and didn't get anyone to cover for her, which means Aeryn is pulling a double shift on her anniversary and trying really hard not to threaten customers or coworkers.
After handwavily saying goodbye to Rory and Anakin, Aeryn headed off for her first day of work. Well, first day of work at a regular job on Earth that she hadn't ended up in accidentally. The uniform was a little odd to her, but that was nothing compared to the buttons they attacked her with, and the little nametag that read "ERIN" that they promised to fix. She'd spent her morning following around a nice but cheerful coworker named Caitlin who kept trying to get her to smile and be friendlier to the customers and about the time she tried to explain the customer is always right thing, Aeryn wondered if this all wasn't a horrible mistake.

She's more than happy to get home, dropping her purse on the floor by the door because she doesn't care, fully intending to change clothes immediately.
The apartment's looking more like an apartment, what with furniture and all, and Aeryn is even dressed more or less like Aeryn today, and overall she's just glad to see people.

As are the fish, who are looking very cheerful today. You can totally tell. And then they forget why they're cheerful three seconds later. Oh well.

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