Fiona was playing with her kitten.

It was funny. She'd spent most of her life hating her assignments and wanting to go out and do things and recently she'd just... started assigning her own. She'd made herself write a book report on metafor War of the Worlds and she'd written up three different essays on Prometheus and his impact on society. Then there was the treatise on the wildlife of northern Maryland and her project that involved memorizing the new topography of New York City (aided of course by the map she'd gotten while on their trip that she utterly didn't want to think about). Yes, it had certainly been a riveting time she'd been having. So riveting, in fact, that she'd decided to give it a rest and play with her kitten.

"Oh, don't pout at me," she told the kitten as she flicked the toy a little farther. The cat gave her a look before inching towards it. Then POUNCE and oh, sorry, too slow.

"You'll just have to get better at this."

[post and door open]

Apologies for not being around since last weekend and probably not being around too much this weekend; there was something of a massive meltdown of epic fail related to work stuff that has put so much more pressure on my department it's not even funny and the emotional repercussions have been absolutely DRAINING. There are some details on my mun journal; just... it's a giant blob of suck, really.

This shouldn't be extended and I figure I'll be back to full steam next week. Thank you all for your patience. I've missed playing and I've missed you all.

--Danii

Fiona was glad that class had gone as well as it had, both of them really. While she wasn't thrilled with what Drake had told her, he hadn't given her detention and he didn't seem angry. More... amused than anything.

That annoyed her more than she liked to admit, but she'd just have to deal with it.

Despite being TA to a class on 'love', Fiona smiled as she flopped down on her bed and fluttered her fingers to get Nyx's attention. Her kitten was growing up into a proper cat, but she was no less soft and, to Fiona, no less sweet. The little furry body curled up beside her, she reached down to grab her new book: a supposed 'classic' though she'd thought the title of the book was shorter. There'd been a couple of different editions, so she'd chosen the one with the more interesting Egyptian art on the cover.

Did it really matter? It was the same book anyway, wasn't it?

[open! ...and yes, I had to]

Fiona and Griff had made their way back up the stairs in a reasonably happy mood. Both of them were a little darker for their time in the sun and on the sand, and Fiona had a bag full of all the things she'd gotten for friends and family alike. The largest item was probably the instrument she'd gotten for Eliot: she didn't know what it was or how it was played, but it looked interesting and she knew that Eliot would know. Maybe he'd even serenade his new 'crush' with it.

"I almost can't tell the difference now," she said to Griff with a little smirk, wanting to kiss him again. This had been such a wonderful idea for all that it had come up unexpectedly. Classes and lessons could come and go, but she'd never forget her half-a-week with Griff in Thailand.

"And by that," she continued as they walked towards their rooms, unaware of anything that might be sitting outside of the door, "I mean that the color you got suits you."

[for the companion, godded with permission]

Fiona smiled as she opened the door to her room and smiled even more as her visitor made his way in after her. Tonight was a good night, would be a wonderful night, no matter what else was going on outside of the hotel room.

[for one to be linked in soon]

As Fiona walked into her room and tossed her bag unceremoniously on the bed, she had to admit the truth to herself: she'd chickened out. Again.

It'd all seemed so simple, so easy as she was sitting at her desk on Tuesday. Go. Go out. Go out, go to Dite, go to Dinah, go to Max, go to Leto, go to anyone--

Go to Griff.

But no. She'd just followed her routine, hidden in her room, buried herself in the strange legal practices of pre-dynastic China, and pet her kitten. It was easier, after all. And was anything else really required of her? No. No, anything else was just the trimmings. After all, she was here to study, to learn, to get better at

What, exactly? What was the point? Why was she doing any of this? What was a goddess supposed to do with her life especially when it might end at any time?

( She almost wished she was back to how she'd been. )

[for one, really]

The post today is a combination of two different little traditions I had at milliways_bar. The first, Nick's "St. Nicholas's Day Cookie Run" is sadly not all that feasible even if the esteemable Mr. Knight is on island. The second, though... well, go on. Click below.

( Oh the weather outside is frightful... )

Fiona stared at the thread between her fingers, watched it grow and change to the strange golden thread that meant she was looking at her own life, and continued to focus beyond. Beyond what was hard to say, since she didn't even quite know what she was doing other than that she was doing it, but more threads sprang up, threads in different colors, different materials, different thicknesses and lengths. Some seemed slick and smooth, others harsh and rough. She tried to follow one of them when she felt one of her feet cramp up.

Dammit.

Fiona tossed the thread off the side of her bed, growled, and flopped back on her bed. She considered pulling out a book, but her desire to pull out something to research with had her folding her hands on her stomach. Calling Eliot was the second thought, but sharing frustration just meant that she'd be chewing over her failure and brother or not, she didn't have the patience for it.

Eventually, she picked up a catalogue she'd gotten in the mail the other day and started paging through it. Mindless, thoughtless 'window' shopping. Yes, that was right up her alley right now.

[open for roommate, or others! Lookit me, all active again!]

Having had a few things fall on my head at once, I'm not going on hiatus, but don't be surprised if I'm a little less present than I have been of late.

...I totally feel pretentious putting up an announcement about this on a journal, but I figure forewarned is better than 'where did she go, George?'

I'll still kind of be around, and my availability hasn't changed if you need me for anything, but my brain needs a little cool off time. This effects Geoffrey, Abby Irene, Derek, Fiona, Liir, and Nick. Sorry for being failboat.

So... I'm a giant dork and I totally forgot to mention that I'd be away in Virginia this weekend. That means I'm working from the tiny computer (Frobisher is a good boy) and mostly borrowed internet (but he lacks an aircard). So I'll be kind of spotty.

Much love to all and I'll be back by late Monday.

Anyone whose been given permission needs to mod my kids, feel free to.

After a trip to T&C, the girls headed out to the Causeway to pick up a taxi. That brought them to the mall, which the cabbie informed them was only a open for another couple of hours.

That was why Fiona pulled Dinah in quickly.

"Shoes or clothes first?"

[for the girl, obviously ^_^]

Fiona was something of a deep sleeper. She always had been; it was one of those delightful constants that hadn't been changed by everything during her last birthday, or what had come after. Perhaps it took her longer to drop off to sleep with such worries wandering through her head, but once she was there, she was out.

Out, naked, and curled up next to Griff in his bed. That hadn't been much of a problem when she was a kitten, after all, but in human shape? As a girl with... girl parts? Being a girl? Curled up next to a boy? In his room? With her naked? And neither of them expecting this change?

...yeah, this was going to end well.

[220 and griff used with permission!][for the one she's in bed with plz?]

So I'm back! All moved in, can't feel my arms, keeping myself awake by blasting Commentary! The Musical, and now staring at my IC FL and SPAAAAAZING.

^_^

Yes! So the kids who're animals will be transforming back today (Joan-mun, Liir thread? Griff-mun, WE MUST FIGURE OUT HOW AWKWARD THIS CAN BE! Also, there seems to be a naked guy in the church? Cas?) and there's the performance tomorrow (must make poster image, post up, and anyone interested in dying on stage for two nights as emergency!stand in?) but yeah. So. BACK.

I missed you all!

So! As my roommate will be heading back to VA within a week and a half, and I have absolutely nothing prepared for the move back to my parents, you can imagine that RP is going to have to take a back seat from now to the end of the month.

Joan will have godding rights to a very small, adorable Liir!kitty. She's also welcome to hand him off to Ino for whatever reason.

Griff has godding rights to a similarly small Fiona!kitty. Tara, of course, has godding rights over Nyx as her mommy is off being a kitty as well.

Castiel has godding rights for a sable shepherd!type Morgan and if Reid could feed Clooney? Much appreciated.

Geoffrey will be staying on as the play is coming up and I'm not that cruel, Abby Irene will be finishing things up this week so that should be fine, and Rimmer's gone after tomorrow so they're just them.

OMG I will miss you all!

Fiona didn't have much to do on Mondays but be confused by her class (her thankfully finished class) which was why, of course, she ended up calling her brother. It took a few tries before he picked up, at which point the growly, grumpy mutter of Eliot's voice started in with--

"Not everyone has such a light course load as you, you know."

( Wherein Fiona talks to Eliot again. )

They continued like that for a while before Eliot had to go. But he had one last thing he wanted from his sister.

"Send me pictures of your cat?"

That she agreed to easily enough before hanging up to start taking those pictures. The thing about kitties were that they were far too adorable for words or even pictures, but trying to get them to stay still to show it off was a completely different matter.

[open! feel free to wander into the kitty photoshoot ^_^]

Fiona might have been told not to act the hostess with Griff coming over, even if it was just down the hall, but that didn't mean that his words could reverse the way she'd been raised. Cee had taught her well and Gr--Mother had made sure they knew what was appropriate for hosting, so while she didn't have any food out, the room itself was spic and span, the cat box cleaned out, and the kitties' water and food tucked up where they could reach but hopefully a visitor wouldn't trip over them.

'Tara', such as she was, was placed on her dresser, watered carefully and still in the sun. Mr. Moxy was asleep on her roommate's pillow, as he had been most of the time, and Nyx was in her habitual place on Fiona's shoulder chewing on her hair only a little more often than her human did.

Right. Good. Room was clean, kittens were cute, plant was cared for, she was ready.

[for one, plz]

She made sure that her side of the room was clean and even brought in some cookies and a drink for Maron for when she came. She wasn't exactly very good at hosting, but she wanted to do the best to help her friend feel better after the mess that was last week.

[for one!]

Fiona had picked out books, put them down again, placed them around the room, loaded them into a bag, unloaded them-- she was starting to think that her brother was going to yell at her (yes, Eliot, yelling) over her mistreatment of their tactical texts if she did much more. The whole thing had her nervous, though yesterday's talk with Dinah had helped quite a bit and she knew that as soon as Zack actually came, she would relax. But that didn't help now.

Finally tired of pacing, she made her way to her bed and started working on the outline of what she wanted to bring up today. A page was enough, right?

[open for anyone! and of course, Zack!]