Alana C. Banks (notallwhowander) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-10-29 16:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 096, lana |
Who: Lana (Narrative)
When: noonish
Where: Theater
Lana wasn't nearly as bent about the captivity as a lot of other people were. She also got that she wasn't as bent about the past three days because ... well, she didn't know anyone to be that concerned about them, and nothing had happened to her except three days of being bored and trying not to irritate her cellmate. Now, everyone was back apparently, and there wasn't any sort of chatter from the powers that were. It made her wonder in an abstract sort of way if there was some sort of power struggle going on and some rogue group was taking things over. Nonsense stuff right out of spy books, but it was entertaining to consider. It was what she'd done a lot of in the cell - just thought, made up fantastic explanations for everything that was going on. Ridiculous ones, possible ones, plausible ones, and ones that involved aliens because hey, why not? It had entertained her, anyway, while she was enduring the dullness of the same four walls. At least the company had been interesting to talk to. After eventually rolling out of bed, Lana wandered to the shower and afterward dressed in teal sweatpants, socks, and a fuchsia sweatshirt that was at least two sizes too big, but she was still making do with the box of cast off clothes in the laundry room. The weather being what it was - and their three day adventure off campus - she hadn't managed to get into town yet. It didn't much bother her though. Clothes were clothes; they were warm and she wasn't trying to impress anyone with her mad fashion sense or anything. Upon discovering her socks were the sort that were great for sliding across uncarpeted floor, she very maturely did that downstairs, sliding into the kitchen at some point to snag breakfast, which she ate in the dining area before wandering back upstairs. Sliding up and down the hall in socked feet, she eventually fell, laughing, into the theater. She had no idea if anyone intended to be here today; she figured a lot of people were recovering, licking their wounds, comforting the wounded. And she was just drifty mcdrifterson. Setting up a stack of comedies, Lana set the first one to playing before she plunked herself down into a chair. She figured if anyone was going to wander in here for distraction, they'd probably appreciate the funnies rather than the dramas or the tragics. So there it was - her contribution to the recovery effort. |