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.]
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!]
After stopping by Anakin's office in SP, la, Aeryn comes back to the room. Spending some time in the gym last night helped a lot, so she's at least acting like a normal person again. It'll get less weird.

She's about to go feed the fish when she sees Bertram sitting behind the tank, eyestalks twitching a little as he watchs Bruno swim. "Yes, I know, it's relaxing," she says. "Too bad you're a machine."

Bertram just beeps at her and continues watching. Even a DRD should have hobbies. Probably.

[Open. Yes, I am bored out of my mind today. Entertain me.]
can_be_more: (efg!aeryn)
Aeryn's had a rough couple of days, to say the least. She still doesn't remember most of what happened yesterday, though she does remember waking up in the clinic. And today she's tired, but not so much that she wasn't more social than she has been pretty much at any other time ever. Either way, she's glad to be home.

And as soon as the door to the room is closed, she says, "Shower," and heads in that direction.
Aeryn starts to go to 238, like she would on a normal day. She even makes it there for a little while. But after not having a voice and finding out a possible explanation of why, getting increasingly frustrated at not being able to communicate, getting her ass kicked by Callisto, and having her date plans with John fall through, Aeryn's not in the best of moods.

And then she finds out the frelling toaster is on the loose, she decides she's going back to her room. She's glad to have everyone shut up, is disturbed to find out how quiet this place really is without voices, and that's her last straw. She goes back to 209 and falls asleep there. Kind of. But not really. With her door locked.
Aeryn wakes up late for her, and only debates getting up. Prom hadn't actually been horrible. John picked her up and there was dinner, complete with almost-shoe-throwing and declarations of "awesome". It was eduational, too. Now she knows that there's a kind of dancing she can handle and a kind she can't. Wearing white is okay, but pink will never happen again. Also, someone's going to have to die when Aeryn finds out who that was. It's just the way things have to be.

And all right, fine, prom princess. She's had enough reasons to think lately to be too upset about it. She's also realized it wasn't done mockingly, because no one here is that stupid. People will still take her seriously. Maybe she just fits in better than she thinks she does. The basic fact of the matter is that this is what her life is now. It may not be what she thought it would be- because really, a crown?- and it may not even be the life she chose for herself, exactly, but she's kind of okay with that.

She turns onto her side and slides an arm around John and tries to go back to sleep.
can_be_more: (brave like soldier!aeryn)
Aeryn has had better days. She's leaving, like it or not. And while she avoided it last night... It would be safe to say John didn't take it so well. Her last class also managed to kill her just a little bit. And now it's time for the other stuff.

She's spent at least a couple months now living in two rooms without living in either of them, and that makes it difficult to do things like pack. Especially when she's collected a lot of things and can't bring most of them with her.

And what she can't bring, she'll move into 238. She'll get the locker John got her into the room, stuff her things into there. He can do whatever he wants with it. Keep it, burn it, forget about it... It's not really hers anymore anyway.

Throughout the afternoon she can be seen going back and forth between the two rooms, so the doors are open.


[OOC: Yes, I am putting up OCD threads for each room, cuz there are a lotta people who might be in one room and not the other. Shut up. Come say bye to Aeryn.]

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