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Room 308, then Room 407 - Thursday Evening
Mar. 8th, 2007 07:23 pm
Rikku had changed into dry clothes and was now toweling off her hair. Stupid rain. Things were getting stranger and stranger and the rain was getting heavier and heavier and thus far, it was just rain. Thus far. She was calm, really.
Maybe it was girl-rain. Maybe everyone was crazy. Maybe it was crazy-making girl-rain. Which she'd be okay with, actually, so long as that meant there wasn't any ...
BOOM!
The thunderclap was loud, and the flash of lightning following it was bright enough to light up the room.
If you were looking around the room, and not, say, huddled in a lump on the floor, shaking, putting your arms over your head and squeaking.
Stupid storms.
(OOC: locked to jude-dude-lady. the two will be migrating to his room (407) shortly. lightning modded with permission. (thanks!) astraphobia: it's what's for dinner.)
Maybe it was girl-rain. Maybe everyone was crazy. Maybe it was crazy-making girl-rain. Which she'd be okay with, actually, so long as that meant there wasn't any ...
BOOM!
The thunderclap was loud, and the flash of lightning following it was bright enough to light up the room.
If you were looking around the room, and not, say, huddled in a lump on the floor, shaking, putting your arms over your head and squeaking.
Stupid storms.
(OOC: locked to jude-dude-lady. the two will be migrating to his room (407) shortly. lightning modded with permission. (thanks!) astraphobia: it's what's for dinner.)
