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]

[Yay hallways!]

Thanks! Do I get a prize? I really think I should get a prize.

[straightupzorra]

[best meeting place]

Your prize is that you get to not be in a coma anymore, yaay.

[herplaceinthesun]

You won't even buy a girl lunch? Santana, I thought you cared~

[No, no she didn't.]

[straightupzorra]

[Santana pulls a Rak from nowhere and flips it to Aisha]

Buy yourself something nice.

[herplaceinthesun]

[Wow rude.]

Aisha knows she's supposed to be insulted, but just cause you're mean doesn't mean I'm not going to take this rak.

[straightupzorra]

What do I care, I have more than I know what to do with.