Room 323 [Wednesday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

Yeah, even if class hadn't been canceled the last couple days, there was no fucking way that Effy was going out there. The last time things had gone this haywire and it'd hit her was still far too fresh in her mind, and even looking out the window at the changing island was making her feel beyond twitchy.

No. Staying in, curled up on her bed with her arms around her knees, smoking, and listening. Not to anything anyone else could hear (well unless they were the sort who could eavesdrop on internal chatter), but-- Listening.

Maybe she should be trying to block all that out, go out and help with... Whatever was going on. But at moments like this, when things were going wrong around her, it became that little bit too much effort to do anything and, well, this use of time did give her a masochistic sort of entertainment.

[[Door's closed, but the post can be open. Effy, as usual, is all messed up.]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex was supposed to have a shift at Caritas tonight but he had no idea if he was going to go. And since he hadn't seen her in awhile, he checked in on Effy before making that decision since he did care.

It hadn't been broadcast that she'd been kidnapped but he still wanted to check. So, he was knocking at the door and waiting.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter showed up after a brief stint elsewhere. He was doing his best to maintain the appearance of calm, even if he was worried.

So unceremoniously, not even knocking first, he opened the door to the room.

"Don't be naked," he declared, hoping a joke would alleviate any possible interruption.