Room 308, Monday Night, Shame and Despair and Hate

Okay. So. She'd done the insane cracked-out demented pixie thing. Again. And she'd flown around Fandom pestering people. And she'd stolen just about anything that wasn't nailed down. And she was pretty sure she remembered something about drunken squirrels and rum and ... radio? Fantastic.

And now she had a pile of stuff to go back to its owners. Some of which she'd managed to get back today, and some of which ... was going to have to wait until tomorrow, and she hoped nobody was freaking out about their stuff.

And it turns out the demented pixie really existed in some world, with Sora, and he totally knew Tidus and Wakka, but not her Tidus and Wakka. Probably.

She would be okay with Fandom embarrassing the living crap out of her if it could please stop making her head explode.

Rikku crawled into bed and hoped tomorrow would make her head hurt less. Except she had religion class bright and early, so ... yeah. That was gonna be great.

(mostly establishy/linkdrop-to-be, but open to the roomie or anyone who'd knock)

Tuesday Afternoon, Thunderbolts and Lightning, Very Very Frightning, Me!

All day. All day. First when she woke up this morning, and then during her she-still-hated-Religion-class, and during Lunch, and all afternoon and this place was going to turn into the Thunder Plains, wasn't it? The storm was just moving in and it was going to never, ever leave. Look at that, it wasn't even raining. Just thought it would lightning-and-thunder all day. How nice of it! That was awesome!

Maybe it could storm all night, too, so she didn't get any sleep! And the next couple of days! That would be gr--

She didn't jump, right there, at a particularly loud thunder clap. Shut up.

Rikku pulled her pillow over her head and groaned. No, it didn't help any to yell "QUIT IT!" at every lightning flash. That wasn't going to make her stop any time soon.



(the door is open a couple of inches, the post is wiiiiiide open. please come distract the astraphobic al bhed.)