living_endless: ([spec] feeding fish)
Didi had spent some time this morning talking to her fish as she cleaned and rearranged their tank. Either she was a little bored, or they had seen fascinating things during the gremlin invasion. It might have been both.

Once she'd gotten all of the conversation out of Slim and Wandsworth that a girl could expect (and a bit more), she flopped down on her bed and started watching a DVD of the movie from class yesterday. She hadn't seen it all the way through, and Scottish Accent Guy was hot.

The door to her room was open a crack so she could see people in the hall.
living_endless: ([neu] shyish)
Didi had packed for the trip to New York (jeans, boots, tank tops, jackets, all in a color palette ranging from black to black -- really, did you expect anything different?) and sat on her bed by the zipped suitcase, waiting for Jaime to get back from his visit with his family.

There was a gaily-wrapped box sitting next to her. Jaime might have forgotten what he'd said the last time she'd asked about when he would wear a kilt -- which she did every so often, just to keep him on his toes -- but she hadn't. And the conditions he'd proposed were, while clearly meant sarcastically, entirely favorable in Didi's eyes.

She checked the wall clock and folded her hands in her lap, completely at peace with her thoughts for the moment.

[OOC: For the roommate, unless someone else needs to grab her before the trip.]
living_endless: ([neg] looking away)
Didi had gone to bed besotted with Raven, and woken up very much ... not.

Not that she had anything against Raven. She was a sweet girl and a good friend. But the whole thing tasted strange in her mouth, especially that she'd let Jono go. She wasn't letting herself think about the sting of that bit.

She spent the day hiding in bed. It wasn't like her, but she figured she'd pout in enough long days of work in her life that one under the covers wouldn't hurt anyone. She left the door closed.

[OOC: Door closed. Post open to anyone who may be looking for her -- or the roomie, if he's around.]
living_endless: ([neu] hair over eye)
The mortal incarnation of the anthropomorphic personification of life and death itself was propped up with pillows against the headboard of her bed, knitting something gray and maroon striped. She hadn't decided yet if it was going to grow up to be an afghan, or if she'd get bored by the time it was a scarf.

She was thinking, too. About Atropos' daughter and Aphrodite, about Drake and how very many worlds there were that she didn't know nearly enough about, despite knowing all she did.

And, almost distressingly often given her decidedly mixed feelings about dating mortals, about Jono, who might get the knitted thing if it did grow up to be a scarf.

Didi's door was open and she had the Psychedelic Furs on her CD player.

[Linkdrop-cum-open post, sure.]

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