Good morning, on this day we become legendary

[herplaceinthesun]

Characters: Aisha Clanclan and you and you and you too . . .
Format: Prose or action's fine.
This log is: Open!
Location: Around Conquest, starting in the infirmary.
Summary: Someone's been in a bit of a coma . . .
Warnings: Swearing, cranky cat-girls, etc.

She had a hell of a headache.

Usually that meant Conquest had lost the round and Day'd gone batshit again, but everything was so hazy. And why was she so hungry? And where the hell was this place? The bed wasn't even all that comfy, no reason to stay in it.

So obviously the proper thing to do was just wander around in a haze and try to figure out what was going on that way. In her pajamas.

Comments

[herplaceinthesun]

The beret was really cute. Aisha shrugged and nodded, no sense in worrying too much about it.

"You get a room to yourself? That's kind of cool, but I see why it might bug you a little. I hate when it gets too quiet, but I guess it can't be too much worse than a coma."

Aisha shakes her head and grins. "Nah, I'll wait to see him in person. Muuuuch more satisfying. Thanks for saying something though, talking about a girl while she's down is pretty cheap."

[cullscuttlefish]

"Yeah, I do. At least for now. I'm not sure if that'll change later, but it's what it is. I've been playing music at night to try and make it less quiet, and it helps some."

Feferi grinned back when Aisha did. "I think he feels like a douchebag right now, but it kind of serves him right. I don't care if he insults Santana, but kicking you when you were down was a terribubble idea."

[herplaceinthesun]

"Obviously I need to be a prefect so you can have a roommate . . . but really, that's pretty much the only reason I'd want to be one." As ambitious as she was, it seemed a little pointless.

"He'll get over it. You know he's going to be bitching at me again like normal in no time. It's kind of screwed up that this place has gotten to be normal to Aisha now, huh?"