Not Good at Nice

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.

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's already had a busy day, between class and phone calls, and now she needs to go back to 238. Reason number one being that she needs to check up on her klutz of a boyfriend. Reason number two being she needs to change clothes, because her underwear is still soaked from class. Not dirty.

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?]

Over the weekend, Aeryn had Dr. Suess read to her, played in an elevator and tried to explore the sixth floor, learned how to play tag, learned how to swing and then was called nice by Piper, played on the slide with Anakin, was on the radio, sang in the common room to Smile Time, told Angela she couldn't be a Peacekeeper, decided to share Callisto's sister thusly making them sisters, was called a baby by Cam, declined to cuddle Elizabeth's stuffed dog, made Parker cry, taught Jake to count, was friends with John and then wasn't friends and then they were soulmates, was told by Zhaan that boys are dumb, wore a folder helmet in the middle of Luke's, and then was proposed to and got married.

As she's waking up and remembering all of it.

And John's there next to her- very innocently again- and she can't even hide. She groans and thinks it's good that she washed her face. And made John wash his, if he was going to be in her 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 )

Okay, maybe there are better ways to end a phone call. But all Aeryn needs to hear are the words "Darla" in conjunction with "bad news" and she's leaving 209 to head down the hall and knock on John's door.

Aeryn's actually in her room for once. She's trying to work on her metaphor for Criminal Justice, and not having much luck, because she just can't get the hang of them.

The door's closed, but then again, the door's always closed. People can knock.



[Specifically for myself, but anyone's welcome. And yes, I am this insane.]