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.
When Aeryn gets back to the alcove after saying goodbye to Parker, the first thing she sees is the binder Isabel gave her yesterday. Which is of course not at all because she spent a very good part of yesterday ignoring it, then picking it up to look through it, then ignoring it, then deciding she should at least get an idea from it, ad nauseum.

"Maybe we should figure out when to do this," she says.
After spending time in the common room, mostly talking to and playing with weetiny teachers, Aeryn has decided she should probably just go back to the room. It's safer there.

She notices she left her phone on the table, so she picks it up and is surprised to see a message on there. She listens to it, and is left staring at it, both facepalming and repeating, "Ryn?"

[Open. Why not?]
After last night's visit to the roof, Aeryn's calmed down a lot. It was just good to talk with someone who didn't seem to be specifically trying to push her buttons.

Not about to chance checking on whether or not the lava Parker told her about was gone, Aeryn decides to bypass the gym and just take advantage of the weather to go for a run outside. Maybe she'll be lucky and even get some rain.

[For [livejournal.com profile] peter__parker, but open. Antagonize her and I hurt you.]
Aeryn is really very good at avoiding people when she chooses to. And right now, it seems like she has a lot of people to avoid for one reason or another. She's tired of people leaving, she's tired of arguing, and while working things out is good advice, she isn't sure right now how to work things out. Trying didn't work out too well.

So she's back in 209 again, knowing John will probably be upset about that later, and not caring much. It's much easier to not deal right now, to just sit there and not think. Which is working, really.

If there's another good thing about the Peacekeepers, there's no need for unnecessary drama there.


[Door is closed, post is open, girl is pissy, mun needs distraction.]
Aeryn had an interesting day yesterday. One little gremlin bite led to her thinking she was a captured princess, where she freaked out John, frustrated someone who was very kind but new to heroing, yelled at Vladdie and called Rory a lesbian, was reminded of lava monsters by Dean Tick, nearly groped by Joxer who is going to die, maybe accidentally proposed to Bridge, decided Tim was too slow to deal with, tried to make Hamlet her butler, then was "rescued" by Anakin who ran away when she asked to make out with him. Aeryn will be killing herself today, yes.

And then she wandered to Caritas, where she was weird at John, threw a drink at GOB, and was a total bitch to Parker before she got up on the stage, only for it to wear off right at the end. Luckily John is the best boyfriend ever and got her home. Later there will be phone calls and listening to the radio, but for now Aeryn is not. leaving. the bed.
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's had a pretty busy weekend so far.

cut for linkdrop )

And of course John was still John, and while she was completely confused as to how last night turned out the way it did, it apparently was the night for it. So Aeryn stole one of his crutches- he clearly doesn't need them- and has it propped up against the open doorframe, just in case he walks by. And she's looking through pictures.

[Door's open.]
Aeryn's actually looking forward to the Coruscant trip tomorrow. It's her first time offplanet in months, and to be completely honest, she's looking forward to seeing where Anakin comes from. That also means she has to pack a little. The door's open, only because she's finding that all of her things are spread between 209 and 238, and every time she thinks she has everything, there's one more thing she's forgotten.

Traveling- even for a night- was much easier when everything was standard issue.


[If anyone needs to talk to Aeryn, door's open for once.]
Aeryn has decided she's fine with her current schedule of hitting things, shooting things (or not, and heading home. That will probably change next week, but right now, she's good with it. It's much easier than say, shopping.

Okay, there's also laundry, but that had to be done. She barely even notices anymore if some of John's shirts end up in with hers, and puts them away like normal. If she thinks about it, she could very well freak out, so no thinking. She's done with the the weirdness for now. So she finishes putting everything away, closing the closet door and for some reason opens the door to the room.
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 )
So far today Aeryn's fought with John, reenrolled in school and gotten the Prowler taken care of. And there's the new room. Hm.

She unlocks the door for the first time, drops her bag onto the bed, and pulls out some of the clothes she had in there, avoiding some of the other objects. She's going to forget what a polar bear even is right now. Then she knocks the bag to the floor, and tah dah. She's unpacked. Welcome home.


[If you really need to talk to my girl, here she is. If you're going to purposely antagonize HER, OMG *g*, I beg you please please please please don't.

ETA: Hey self, don't report the actual conversations. They're NFB. *nods*]
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.]
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.))
Aeryn has been spending a lot of time at the gym this week, which isn't out of the ordinary, but she doesn't like the reasoning behind it. She doesn't want to be frustrated, but Crichton frelling brings it out of her. Yesterday resulted in bruised and scraped knuckles, so today she's wearing gloves as she beats on the punching bag.

He wants to help? Fine. Except he's not frelling helping.


(OOC: Feel free to antagonize/cheer her up. Either one might make her feel better and if she gets any more emo on me, I swear to god she's ending up strapped to something at the bottom of a large body of water.)
This Homecoming Dance thing. What is it? You all get together and dance? That's it? John says there's something about a theme but my leather works fine.

I agreed to go and I have no clue what I'm doing. Someone please tell me.

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