Not Good at Nice

Aeryn didn't know much about bachelorette parties, except that they didn't usually involve paintball. Therefore online research had ended up with everyone in a bar near Yale, and a few little accessories that she didn't get personally but thought Rory would like. And she was getting a frelling veil.


[For the bachelorette party girls and SP is love omg]

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!]

From a distance, the commerce planet just looked like any other ordinary world. It wasn't until anyone got closer that they would notice just how busy it was. It didn't look too out of the ordinary, just a marketplace, except it was bigger than any old marketplace.

There were outdoor and indoor areas, lined with carts and shops, people shopping and selling and sometimes stealing. The people didn't look human, either, ranging widely in size and species, and a good deal of them weren't even bothering to hide the weapons they were carrying.

Anyone walking in from the landing area would suddenly be right in the middle of it.


[Locked to whitedeathpod, tatooine_doofus, peter__parker, carter_i_am and izzyalienqueen. Up early for SP and NFB due to distance.]

Aeryn almost automatically goes to 238 instead of her own room. She could, but that just feels a little weird right now, so after that little pause at the door, she continues on like she never thought of it.

She spent most of her morning in the gym, meeting some of the new people. She's not sure about Buffy, though that might be due to either the name association or the fact that she asked Aeryn about cheerleading tryouts, but Dean seems all right. And while she's pretty used to English Peter now, it's still good to see someone familiar.

She's done being social for now. She closes the door so she can call Callisto. And debate something like a dartboard, because she still kind of randomly wants to hit things.


[Door's closed but I am open for people. Just not in a CR today, zomg.]

Aeryn comes back to her room after Sociology, stopping when she sees something small, thin and red standing up in front of her door.

She attempts to kick it out of her way when she tries to get into her room, but next thing she knows it's drawing a big red C on her arm.

Remembering the announcements, she asks, "What are you grading me on, exactly?"

It twitches a little.

"If you don't know, I'd say I deserve at least a B," she says.

The crayon twitches against her hand, and puts a - next to the C.

"No," Aeryn tells it.

The crayon actually bounces. Another bouncer. Great.

Aeryn glares.

The crayon stops bouncing. After a moment under Aeryn's glare, the crayon puts another mark on Aeryn's arm to read C+.

"Frell you," Aeryn says.

The crayon... looks a little offended. And scratches out the C to write B. The plus is still next to it.

"Was that really so difficult?" asks Aeryn.

The crayon goes about its merry way, as sentient crayons do, and Aeryn locks the door to her room once she's inside. Stupid planet and its stupid crayons.

[I'm home for the afternoon. Entertain me.

ETA: Dear self: saying Sam stopped by is cool. Conversation? NFB. Kthnx.]

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.)