Not Good at Nice

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.]

Aeryn didn't get a lot of sleep last night. And she may be overreacting. A lot.

All right, maybe she didn't really have a lot of room to tell Angel what to do, but still. Callisto was even more out of line than she was. Also, there's that whole bit about touching on a huge subject Aeryn had already been dealing with. A couple of them, actually. Thanks, Callisto.

Basic fact of the matter is, Aeryn doesn't live here. Despite what people may think, she doesn't, though not that she appreciates being made to feel uncomfortable in the one place she does feel comfortable. So after she gets out of bed and finishes getting dressed and ready, she might move some things back to 239/240. Not everything, but some. She'll explain to John later.

Aeryn heads back to her room after her only class of the day, not as into killing things as she was yesterday. (Which is probably a good thing, seeing as how her only Friday class is Driver's Ed.) When she gets to the door, though, there's another Muppet chicken there. Waiting patiently. As Muppet chickens do. It may be the helpful chicken from yesterday, but Aeryn can't tell. It squawks at her.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand Muppet," she tells it, and opens her door quickly with the intent to get inside before it can sneak in.

( bonding with a muppet chicken: cut for length )

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.

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.]

There are many reasons relationships don't happen in the Peacekeepers, and one of those reasons is that Aeryn's found it really hard to get a good night's sleep lately. She did manage to fall asleep for a while, only to wake up sometime around 3 a.m., unable to do more than close her eyes and lay there.

When her night vision kicks in, she's vaguely aware of the little white figures on top of her dresser. When she realizes what they are a second later, she becomes acutely aware of them. One is turned in her direction, and since she knows the sewed-on expression on its little stuffed polar bear face, it kind of seems like it might be frowning at her.

Which is stupid. First, it's a stuffed animal. It can't frown. It has no facial muscles. It isn't even sentient. Second, even if it could frown at her, it isn't like she's done anything wrong. They didn't break up. And even if they had, she's not sure she could be faulted for that decision. The damn thing would have no reason to frown. The inanimate object can not be disappointed in her.

Within a few minutes, Aeryn's quietly getting out of bed in order to open the dresser- and stops. Putting away the polar bears John gave her feels final. It feels like the next step to the option she didn't choose. She closes the drawer again- the drawer on the dresser that he also got for her- and instead turns all three polar bears around so their backs are to her. Which is silly, but it's late, and she hasn't really been eating or sleeping, and she's just a big ball of emo right now and sometimes you just have to give in to the silly impulses if it helps.

She crawls back into bed, decidedly not looking towards the dresser, and fails to get back to sleep for a while.

The sea monkeys have been successfully (and probably happily) relocated. She's even managed to collect random bits of her own clothing from random places around John's room, washed them... and put them back in John's room without even thinking about it. That will worry her a little when she actually stops not thinking about it.

Rather than continue the up and back between rooms, Aeryn sits on her own bed to struggle through her Cyborg Theory paper.


((Because Thursday nights at FH are slow, and I am bored.))