Room 210: Wednesday Afternoon. [07/21].

[white_oleander]

Astrid only had the one class that day, early in the morning, and then she was done, which meant she found herself once again with too much time on her hands and not enough things to fill it with. She hadn't slept well again last night, those nightmares slipping in again, rendering her depressed and moody. She didn't even feel like drawing. She laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about possibly redoing the painting on the wall, it'd been a while since she switched it up, she would do gray this time, like a foggy morning, with shadows of trees, and one large, bold, black one in the foreground, in the corner where she laid her head, reaching up and spreading its branches over the ceiling. Embrace the thing that was scaring her the most now, because how much worse could it be when she was already obsessing about it night and day?

But she couldn't find the motivation. She'd honestly been surprised she'd been motivated to go to class, but she went right back to the room, lied down, stared at the ceiling for hours now. At one point, she'd gotten her Captain America sock puppet, held it up, looked at it, and had a conversation with herself and the puppet in her bad Captain America voice, where Cap tried to give her punchy PSA-like advice on feeling better, but it didn't seem to work, and she sighed, dropping her hand again, staring at the ceiling again, thinking that it was kind of weird to attempt to encourage yourself with self-made puppets of the superhero personas of one of your teachers, anyway.

She was starting to get hungry, too, but even then, she just didn't want to move. Not unless that moving involved getting on an airplane and flying back home. Hell, she'd even take a bus, at this point. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea, actually...

And at least she'd managed to keep herself from crying. That was something, too.

[[ for the roomie, mostly! I certainly wouldn't object if anyone else wanted to pop in on her, either, though, and there will most certainly be SP]]

[[also, it said Wednesday all along. You can clearly see what kind of week I've had, holy crap]]

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I mean, that actually makes sense," Sabine said, unwrapping her own burger. "Nothing's going to get at you, you're in charge of where you are... I can see it."

This coming from a girl in literal armor the vast majority of the time.

"Then you're out in the open again..."

[white_oleander]

"Yeah," Astrid said after a long moment and another bite. "Definitely painting some trees."

And, because she felt that was as deep into that as she was going to get right now, she asked, "How're your classes so far?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine would let it go. Astrid didn't seem like someone who would appreciate pushing.

"I feel like it's going to be an interesting semester," she said, frowning a little. "I'm not sure if that's good or bad yet. What about you?"

[white_oleander]

"Nearly every single one of my classes has something completely normal at its base," Astrid said, grinning faintly to herself, "so that's promising. My cooking instructor seemed a little too surprised that I didn't burn eggs, though, so that's...probably going to be interesting. Still have two more to go. 'Mad' Science and Civics, with good ol' Captain America."

Which she mostly mentioned to give her a chance to pull out the puppet and her Cap voice again. "Just wait until you see my PSAs on immigration, voting, and littering!"

If there weren't PSAs, she might revolt. The prospect of them was one of the few things actually getting her through the week.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Oh, she was so glad Astrid kept that thing.

"You should bring that little guy to class," Sabine laughed.