Aeryn hasn't really slept. Mostly she's been trying to sleep and failing because the thoughts won't stop. Not for the first time, she realizes how much easier this was when she didn't have to think for herself.

She finally gave up and got out of bed, and is now sitting on the floor near the door, back against the wall, distractedly plying with a thread on the knee of her sleep pants.
If there's any weird emo happening- and it really is- there's actually a reason for it. Aeryn knows they'll be leaving Fandom soon, and then it'll be a matter of trying to acclimate to the real world where everything is normal and she can't even shoot anything when she just needs to. She's known it was coming for a year, definitely, but still, it feels really soon now. Because it is.

After yesterday's weirdness and actually voicing the thought that she might not be able to bring the Prowler with her, Aeryn just wanted to be by herself. When it gets dark, she finally heads back inside and into the room, taking her shoes off at the door.
It's a good thing Aeryn got over that slight technophobia a while back, because she's spending a lot of time on the computer lately. Dress shopping is Tuesday, and she figures it's a good idea to do some research beforehand, just so she can't be talked into anything she shouldn't be.

...This is so the girliest thing ever.


[Open!]
When Aeryn gets back to the room, she sees that she's left her phone again. And wow that's a lot of messages for one day. The first one's weird, the second makes her shudder, the third she doesn't understand and the fourth is going to get someone killed. And the fifth is scary because she recognizes the voice immediately.

She's just going to turn the phone right off for now, because this sort of thing has happened before and John's probably doing enough damage for... well, half the school, possibly.
For the first time in her life, Aeryn is working on a letter. She left the door open because Bertram kept trying to wander in and out, but she's not paying attention to anything going on outside. She's not even entirely sure what's supposed to go in a letter. The Peacekeepers weren't exactly big on correspondence. In the end, after several badly-written drafts, Aeryn ended up with something that read:

dear alanna )

She's just a wordsmith, huh? And then she gets to work on an E-mail, but soon figures out that she's used up all her words, and makes a phone call. Much easier.

[Open!]
Yesterday Aeryn graduated, watched the school blow up, killed some aliens, and got engaged.

Guess which one of those things is still sinking in.

She's awake, still not moving, and occasionally looking at the ring because she can't believe it's there.
can_be_more: (hey there durka!aeryn)
Aeryn hasn't seen John for a while. Given the announcement she'd heard, that worries her. She wonders if there's a school form of jail that isn't detention and whether he's landed himself in it. However, since she hasn't gotten any phone calls, she's expecting him to show up eventually so she might as well go about things as normal.

After going for a run, she comes back to the room, goes to get fresh clothes-

And as soon as she hears the sound coming out of the closet she shuts the door really quickly and decides she's not doing that again without a weapon.
After coming back from Rory's room last night, Aeryn stayed in 238, where John convinced her they HAD to watch TV and stay up. They both fell asleep pretty much immediately.

So when Aeryn wakes up, she's her normal size and age, the TV is on, and she's still on the couch. And dammit, she needs to stop being wee.
can_be_more: (brave like soldier!aeryn)
Aeryn knows the gym's not happening today, but she still wakes up out of habit. John's still asleep and she doesn't want to just lay there until he does, so she gets up with the intention of making coffee. Really, it's just something to do.
Aeryn would like the emo to go away now. John's not around at the moment, so she doesn't have a reason to do much but just sit there. She's looking towards the TV, but it's not on and she doesn't really even notice it's there.

The problem with coming from Aeryn's type of background is that she's not really trained to deal with emotions, so when there's that many happening, she's got no idea what to do with it all. Especially when she can't turn off her brain and compartmentalize everything.

Which is why she's just kind of sulking. Not that she'll ever use that word out loud.


[Open! Cheering up or fellow mopers welcome.]
Aeryn actually had a good weekend. Prom had been good. Even being found by a son from another reality hadn't been so bad. Umberta could go, but she liked D'Argo. She liked having him in Revolutions and watching him know what to do in a Prowler and she'd had fun kind of showing him off to people. And knowing that she'd lucked out and/or raised her child right.

And then of course her birthday had kind of gone off course when they had to take him back to the vortex and watch him go. She misses that boy so much and she won't admit that it hurts, or how badly. She never really wanted children, and had convinced herself that she and John wouldn't be genetically compatible, being different species. Yeah, that's apparently wrong.

She shouldn't be this emo. Regardless, she's perfectly content to just not get out of bed for a while. Shut up.
Aeryn woke up early enough, making sure she had enough time to be ready for class and to run through the stuff she'd missed. She's on the couch, mostly frowning at her book and thinking afterwards she'll have to stop by the junkyard. For repairs. Again.
Aeryn comes back from the Perk with two cups in her hand, a smaller bag of some sort of baked good or another (one day she'll learn to order another way besides pointing at something randomly) held onto by two fingers on one hand. And because she's not going to put any of this down, she kicks at the door for John to let her in.
Aeryn actually slept in the bed last night, in the name of getting over herself. Really, when John's going around breaking his hand, the important thing is not her issues. She'll deal with those on her own time.

She wakes up early, despite not having class today, not moving for a minute. She doesn't want to get too close, but at the same time she really just wants to keep sure that John's still okay.
Aeryn's a little fuzzy on last night, except for that part where she feels terrible. Her head is pounding, and with a groan, she pulls a pillow over her head and hopes it's not really Tuesday and she doesn't have class this morning.
Aeryn walked around for a while after Gun Club, finally making a quick call to Rory before going back to the room. Maybe it wouldn't be too uncomfortable if she had to leave later.

She's quiet when she opens the door and steps inside.
Aeryn's pretty sure Anakin's not going to kill John scene's still being played but she's not leaving till that statement is true dammit, but she's kind of nervous to leave the room anyway. To say it's been a bad week is to underestimate what 'bad' means, at least in Aeryn's head. And at the same time it's just so uncomfortable that she really does wish she still had 209.

Right now she's just sitting on the sofa, not really looking at anything, just thinking. Which sucks.

[For John plz.]
John wakes up. )

[Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] whitedeathpod. No interaction possible, OOC comments welcome.
Also to note: John doesn't look any different. Despite the icon, he's not actually in some freaky leather suit. People would have questions for him if he was, such as "Wtf's with the suit and face?"]
can_be_more: (brave like soldier!aeryn)
Aeryn spent her weekend in jail after shooting someone who deserved it, worrying about a possibly-suicidal boyfriend, also worrying that she had no way to contact anyone to check up on said boyfriend, and worrying that she or John might actually have had to go back with Scorpius because she has no idea how bad Peacekeeper Command never wants to hear the name John Crichton again. In short, the weekend's kind of sucked.

After being released by (and threatening) Braca, Aeryn heads back to the dorms, and up to 238. She's looking forward to spending some time in a place without bars.

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