Room 317, Sunday Afternoon

[notmyownage]

Claudia had managed to stay upright just long enough to shower the spattered splicer gore and Rapture dust off her and collapse onto her bed.

Her knee was screaming at her. It was almost nice, since it drowned out how much her head hurt. She wrapped both arms around her pillow and curled up around it, her blanket pulled up to her nose, feeling either ten years old or a hundred. She couldn't quite convince herself to close her eyes, yet.

But, hey. At least she was home.

[ooc: door's cracked, post is open.]

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[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn came back to the room wrapped in her softest robe, trailing strawberry scent from her favorite shower gel. She hadn't quite stayed in the shower an hour, but she'd gave it her best attempt.

She went straight for the Oreos she kept under her bed as emergency PMS food. "Do you want some?" she asked Claudia. "You look like you had almost as much fun as I did."