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 didn't feel like hitting things, but she made it as far as the lobby before noticing that yes, it is still raining pudding and that's too disgusting for her to deal with. Instead, she heads back up to her room to change before she heads over to 238.

[As always, door's closed but knockable.]
In the last few days, Aeryn's fought with one friend, maybe past the point of being fixable, been attacked by another, figured out another had a crush on her, and then decided another probably isn't going to want much to do with her unless she fixes the first thing, which she isn't sure she wants to do.

Long after Molly leaves 209, Aeryn heads down the hall, opening the door with her key. Careful not to wake John, she closes the door and crosses the room to crawl into bed next to him. Not that she can manage to do anything right there, either, this week. Whatever, she's not leaving.

It really was a lot less complicated back when all her friends did was help her get sentenced to death.
Aeryn was up early, quietly packing what little she brought to the cabins into her bag. It doesn't take long, so she goes back outside, sitting on the front step of the cabin to watch for Cameron.


[For [livejournal.com profile] cameronmitchell.]
Aeryn finally comes back from the abandoned shack much later than she intended. Yes, they really were there that long. Shut up. They don't see each other as much, what with the being in warring cabins and all. Stickbug and Meerkat, romance of the century.

She goes straight into her alcove, pulls the curtain half-closed, and collapses back onto her bed. Yay recovery. (What? It's been very weird week. Sometimes there needs to be some resting time.)


[Shhh. I was dared. Open to any Meerkats that might be about.]
Aeryn's been bad at sleeping tonight. She's actually had a lot of good conversations lately (and some weird ones, and leaves, yes), but she's also been really honest and that way leads to thinking.

She gets out of bed, gets her phone, and makes a quick call before trying to get to sleep. Or back to sleep. Whatever.

She is completely oblivious to any pranks that will get certain boys' asses kicked.


[I have no idea what my alcove is. Fellow Meerkats?]
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.
It probably shouldn't come as a surprise to Aeryn that as soon as things seem to be okay with John, things get weird between them again. But it does. Maybe if she hadn't just gotten her key back it wouldn't matter as much.

She's had the distraction of talking with Molly, at least, trying to figure out exactly what is going on with Cameron. Or whoever's posing as him, anyway. Because he would never pass over a book on planes in favor of history.

There's nothing she can do about that until tomorrow, and so Aeryn is realizing that she hasn't spent a lot of time without John lately, which is probably her getting caught up in things again. And yes, finding out the other her that she's been comparing herself to since fall died is bound to bring up issues when you were supposed to have been executed months ago.

Aeryn makes a good attempt at ignoring it, and a bad attempt at a good night's sleep.
After talking with Isabel in the gym, Aeryn heads back up to her room. She's been given something to think about, even though she doesn't even know how to broach the topic with John at the moment. Which is fine as he's currently in detention anyway. Besides, they have to see Zhaan first, and that's going to take a bit of preparation as it is. She just isn't sure how much John will want to reveal and how much she'll have to say for him and how much trouble she'll get into about that. She's just had to learn how to be much more careful, that's all. It's a skill she should have had before.

She closes her door.

[Knocking is perfectly acceptable.]
Aeryn has to be at Criminal Justice class early, so she leaves 238 quietly with the intent on calling John to check up on him later. She knows it's hard to hear some things, so she shouldn't be too surprised by his reaction to it. His reaction just makes her even more glad that Scorpius is dead. She'll deal with the rest later.

Once she's gone back to her own room to change, she heads to 223 and knocks on the door.
Aeryn comes back to her room after the animal balancing figuring that overall, things could be worse. A lot worse.

cut for link drop exposition )
can_be_more: (talyn!aeryn)
After a trip into town and then some time spent shooting things because she can, Aeryn decides she might as well do some other things she's been putting off, and checks to see if her E-mail access had been restored. Not that she likes E-mail anyway, or figured anyone would be sending her anything.

Half and hour and about forty spam messages later (and don't think that has improved her opinion of the human race at all), she's back in 209, wondering if she should even attempt this party thing. On one hand, she's glad Angel is all right and she wouldn't expect any conversation there to be about her. These are both good things. On the other hand... The words "too much too soon" spring to mind.

She'll worry about it later. For now she's taking a break from the makeup work to finish the other book Anders gave her before she left. And sometimes taking a break from that to wonder if the sea monkeys have been fed this week.


[Which is totally code for I haven't played in a whole DAY and my girl is still being antisocial. Door's closed but I welcome knocks. *nodding*]
The first night in the new room hadn't been bad, mostly because Aeryn had been too exhausted to care, but she's a little apprehensive about going back to class. She doesn't know how much has made the radio and how many people know she's back, so Advanced Criminal Justice class could get really interesting. In a diffferent way than normal.

She leaves 209 and heads down the hallway to go to class, interesting or not.


[Interaction locked to [livejournal.com profile] cameronmitchell right now.]
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.]
After leaving the common room, Aeryn brings Cameron back to 238. After all, if she and Vala couldn't tell them apart while they were wearing the same clothing, Cam could probably borrow clothes from the room. And Aeryn may hit the next person who calls John pudgy just for that reason.

"There may be some things in the closet," she says, though for all she knows it's only her stuff and Angel's, and John's clothes are all on the floor.
It's day what, four? five? or sleeping in her own bed that she's kind of coming to resent, and Aeryn's getting crabby about it.

It's also day four or five of that stupid pact, which she doesn't know how she ended up in and doesn't know why they're keeping it up except that it's the principle of the thing, and Cally's graffiti on the door of 238 really is the opposite of what they're striving for. The objective is to make people stop talking. Apparently. Aeryn's not happy about this, either.

She's definitely bruised from sparring with Cameron yesterday, and she feels slightly guilty about how bad they got, but there's nothing she can do about that now. And the stupid fluffy bed she's been sleeping in has somehow made her muscles stiffen more. That's just going to make Aeryn's mood worse throughout the day.

And she's going to have to hit John and Lee for the radio. Just because. She does not have arms the size of Callisto's thighs. And she doesn't want to know what the butter's for.

Then there's the matter of Camilla, who apparently left. Yes, she'd knitted on Aeryn's bed, but she'd knitted her a scarf and was really very accommodating. In the face of the toaster who calls her flat-chested and the DRD that shocks her for no reason, the Muppet chicken hadn't been so bad. And come on, the meta. This has the potential to make Aeryn a little sad. She doesn't know what's up with the weird blue thing.

Aeryn kind of hates everything today.

She winces her way off the damn mattress and starts getting ready for classes.
When Aeryn said "in the gym at 6 am," she meant in the gym at 6 am. She'd actually woken up earlier in order to account for any wakeup time John needed. And then dragged him down there whether he was awake or not.

This was what he got for teasing her. She wouldn't be too mean...
After Criminal Justice, Aeryn checks the gym to see if anyone else is there. It's empty for once, so she goes to get her gloves, straps them on, and starts pounding away at the punching bag.

It isn't that things are bad. In fact, everything right now is going surprisingly well. Chicago even took care of that twitchy feeling she'd been getting from being grounded too long. And yet there's that one problem. The same one that can't go away, that's going to hang over her head and John's as long as she's here. The same one that she forgets about sometimes, or at least doesn't think about. That's the problem that needs to be beaten out when she does think about it.

It's a short-term solution for a long-term problem, but she'll take what she can get.


((Feel free to stop in, if you so choose.))
It's been two days since anything strange or bad has happened, and Aeryn thinks it's probably not a good thing that she's keeping track of the days. It's definitely not a good thing that she's waiting for the next wave of it. She's not upset when she heads to the gym, though; she just wants to do something. She's not even pounding on the bag today.

At least the sea monkeys are doing things now.


((Open, for I am so bored, people. So bored.))

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