you can call me great one

Jaina had slept great when she'd been back home, and the first night back in her own room had practically been a relief. So it was disappointing to actually manage to sleep in later than she had been, only to wake up from more bad dreams. She wasn't pleased to have to come to grips with the fact that the cabins were just a trigger for them, and not the cause, but so sue her for being hopeful that it'd all get better immediately.

She was in an okay mood because she was busy repressing. She hadn't even gone straight for training for once, though she was dressed for it as she sat at her desk, going over some of the pieces of flimsi and other info she'd brought back from home. Real repression today meant making her brain work on anything else.


[Meanwhile I can't believe I'm wide awake this early again. Post is open if you're good with SP, door is closed but knockable.]

Yep. Still here.

There had been more tries to get out, but Jaina was still stuck in the room. So there'd been attempts at napping. Just to see what it was like. For the record, while she'd developed the pilot's habit of being able to sleep whenever there was a chance, she was a little out of that habit right now. There'd been toenail painting. Yes, she owned actual polish. There'd been more calls and reorganizing of the closet she'd just gutted and there had nearly been tears of frustration.

At the moment, though, there was Jaina laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling with the door open and trying to come up with anything she wasn't bored to death of doing. Tired of the silence, she'd also turned on some music. Loudly. Because at least people coming to yell at her about the noise would be something to do. Or, considering the only real music she had was on the iPod John had given her and preloaded with stuff, they might be poking their head in to wonder what the Johnny Cash kick was all about.


[Yep, still open, still SP for work, no, she can't leave yet. She needs to stop being fun for me to torture.]

Jaina hated not being a student. Hated it. She had no classes, nothing to really do until work on Saturday, and she was going stir crazy. There had already been several calls home demanding to put on some assignment somewhere, but that hadn't gone anywhere yet. Which was frustrating, to say the least.

Finally annoyed enough to go down to the gym for a second training session today, she dressed in loose workout clothes and pulled her hair back and started to the door-

And couldn't get any further.

The door was open, she could see into the hall, it was just that trying to pass through the doorway had about as much effect as walking through the wall itself. After a few tries to get through, Jaina finally sighed and stepped back, wondering what to do now. Seriously, could you call the janitor for this kind of problem?


[Know what, I'm pissed. Therefore Jaina is grounded until I decide she's not. People can come in and leave at will, people can send calls and texts, but Jaina is stuck in her room. There. And post is open, yes.]

Today Jaina had taken the last final exam she'd ever take in her life. She would have thought she'd be happier about it than she was.

She'd started counting down to graduation when the numbers were still in the triple digits, thinking that the day she graduated, she'd say her goodbyes and immediately leave with her parents. A more hopeful part of her thought maybe John would go with her. And yet with seven days to go, she was staying, for an as-yet-undetermined amount of time. It wasn't that she was regretting the decision she'd made; she wanted to give some things a try here. She stood far less a chance of managing it if she just fell right back into work back home, and it felt like a gamble sometimes, hoping things would just go the way she wanted them to. Add to that the fact that she wasn't even sure anyone was coming for her for graduation, and it was looking like what she'd thought would be the most relief-filled day of her life was going to just be another day.

Fine. Everyone needed a melancholy day once in a whie, and today was Jaina's. She left the door open, but was seated on her bed reading reports from home, and trying not to feel too homesick.


[Mostly establishy, but the door's open if you don't mind some SP.]

After finally getting the kids to sleep, it had been mostly a peaceful night in 313. At least that was the case once Jordin finally asked Jaina if she could sleep in her bed. Jaina had moved over and let her daughter crawl in with her, and after that, it'd been silent.

And apparently Jaina had been tired enough that she didn't wake up when someone did get up and start moving around, because when she woke this morning, she had Jaryd pressed against her other side. It was probably more due to him not wanting to make it look like Jordin was the favorite rather than out of any clinginess, but still, this was probably the cutest wakeup ever.

Not wanting to wake either of them when they were this quiet for once, Jaina decided she could try to get more sleep, or at least just not get up for a while. Though she wished she'd known they were going to do this, because at least then she would have pushed the beds back together for more room...


[Establishy!]

John had been called back to work last night, which left Jaina with the kids on her own for the rest of the weekend, and she was glad that they didn't seem to be picking up on any of the little latent emo she had going on this weekend. She had a feeling if they did, they would have said something. Loudly. Using many words.

They were a little too quiet as she got them ready for the day, and she finally had to ask, "So, what's up with you two?"


[Mainly for the fake fam, but open!]

In the time that Jaina was showering, a pie had appeared on her desk. She noticed it right away when she came out of the bathroom, still pulling her hair back with a tie, and she had absolutely no idea how this had happened. She'd learned about locking doors after the gremlin thing, so she didn't see how it could have gotten there. She even unlocked the door to make sure, leaving it cracked open.

Approaching it cautiously, she watched to see if anything would happen, and then poked it with a finger.

That would be when the rat popped out of the pie, dressed in full-on swashbuckling gear, and she might have heard it say "Arrrrr!" before it scampered off the desk and ran through the opening in the door. Brandishing a weetiny sword.

Huh. Jaina looked to the pie, which she now had to clean off her desk, muttering, "I hope I wasn't expected to eat any of that."


[Door's cracked, post can be open, mainly it's just been a while since I've engaged in random Fandom insanity. :)]

Waking up in a strange bed was a little new for Beth. Usually you got everything done in the backseat and then you got dropped off back at home for the night, possibly without your bra. Not knowing how she got here and knowing she hadn't gotten drunk and done something stupid, since it was hard to find alcoholic vegan options at parties, you wouldn't even believe. So this morning was already starting off weird.

Getting up and exploring her surroundings some, it didn't seem like anyone would be coming back soon, so hopefully they didn't mind her at least making herself presentable before leaving. Though when she did a quick search of the bathroom and found that whoever lived here didn't even own hair products, she was wondering what was wrong with them.

That probably meant she shouldn't check the closet. But now she had to. She had to see what it looked like. And then once she opened the door and saw what it looked like in there, she started going through it, muttering, "Boring, boring, boring, has potential, boring..."


[And Jaina is Beth from John Tucker Must Die. Can totally be open.]

For as much fun as she'd had in the Bahamas, Jaina was glad to be back to real life. Jumping back into routine wasn't even hard: class, training, catching up on work, and when that was all done, she had a little side project to work on.

Currently she was sitting on the floor of her room, trying to dummy up an extra comlink to match the settings she had on her own. So far it wasn't working too well. Give her machines and she would make it work, but this was a little outside her area of expertise. "Where's Lowie when you need him?" she muttered, determined to make this work regardless. Or maybe she'd beg Ben to do it.


[Omg on second day of headache make it stop. Door and post open.]

If it wasn't for the fact that Jaina was still keeping an eye on Adrian for Rose and Dimitri, she probably would have just headed out of town this weekend. She was twitchy and worried and the fact that Valentine's Day was tomorrow meant she wasn't doing as well at repressing her fears about why she hadn't heard from John in thirty-three days. It just made his absence harder to ignore. Worse, she kept formulating theories on what could have happened, like maybe he'd been hurt, or maybe things went really badly, or maybe he was so happy with his new team family he didn't want to come back. That last thought only lasted about a second, but the part of her that had gotten completely jealous of the way Ronon talked about it definitely went there. You'd think that being able to attack things with logic, or having experienced this kind of worry before, and recently, with her parents might have made things better, but here she was.

Once she was sure she was done with vampire duty till tonight, she went to take just a tiny bit more time training than she usually did, and came back to her room for a long shower feeling marginally better. And then she found a seat on her bed, checking tonight's TV listings on her phone to decide if she wanted to venture into a common room for entertainment rather than going to the dance, or sit in her room and pretend she wasn't worrying/sulking rather than going to the dance.


[For one, but the door's open if you really want to show up before.]