Setsuna hadn't really done much of anything all day, outside of classes and that disasterous meeting with Deadpool that was about as helpful as blind amputee on the battlefield (although, really, they could make for good shields...). Stilted metaphores aside, this left Setsuna on her bed all evening, into the night, just staring at the ceiling, thinking.

Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe it was time to just go home to her Ojou-sama after all...

[[ expecitng slr_mercury but open. ]]

After the salle, Setsuna had taken a nice, long, cold shower and returned to her room still a little bug-eyed over what happened with Teddy. Fandom Weirdness TM was one thing; Teddy kissing her and thinking it was a good idea was something else entirely. It didn't even make sense! With a grunt, she dropped down, sitting on her bed, and then, after a moment longer of staring, dropped down on her pillow, draping an arm over her forehead. Because, seriously? What the hell?


[[technically open, though I have class and work, so great SP justice! \o/ Also, if anyone does visit, please do so before ranma_sao does ]]

After handwavily leaving a note at the room for Ranma-chan to come and meet with her this morning, Setsuna prepared for the ultimate and overdue strike. The door to her bedroom was open, but Setsuna was actually no where to be seen, not by the casual passersby, carefully placed near the door that anyone who entered would not see her unless she was at a particular angle.

Ranma-chan would never even know what hit her.


[[posted early because of insomnia, woot. first part of post is for ranma_sao, but the second part will be open, open, open, then third part is back to just being for Ranma ]]

[[ yes, i'm setting up OCD for this. Because I'm a dork. ]]

Setsuna wished she didn't feel so tired; she tried to tell herself it was the lack of a regular routine of classes or maybe it had something to do with the weather. But she knew what it was. She was overstressed, still not quite recovering from all the plaguing thoughts of her true nature, worrying about Ami-chan and all the others. She was slightly battered, from the bruises on her neck, across her nose, although she convinced herself that the encounter with Lucifer and the spar with Deadpool was not accounting that much to her fatigue, but, really, they were. Not so much physically, but the both of them had her so emotionally charged for different reasons that she just wanted to scream or hit something. And then there was all the flying she'd been doing recently, and even letting her powers slip....they were so charged up that it felt like it was harder to keep them in check now. Give them an inch...

This is why she felt no guilt whatsoever for just crashing belly-down on her bed with a book for the afternoon.

Okay, maybe a little guilty...

A lot guilty, but her body was winning over her mind and keeping her in place.

Ugh. What a week. And it was only Wednesday.


[[ door and post are open ]]

A small, happy sigh escaped Setsuna as she, waking up slowly, nuzzled into the warm body beside her. This was something she'd definately missed, waking up next to someone, and she took comfort in the fact that that someone was Ranma (finally!). She was grateful that she had no classes today; usually, she'd spend all day in the salle training, but that could definately be put off a little bit today.


[[ zomg cuddlepile! for those who inhabit 305, plz. ]]

Setsuna was a little surprised when she returned from her morning training session and discovered that her new roommate was still asleep. It was nearly one o'clock! But she forced herself to think back on her first day in Fandom to remind herself that it was pretty daunting and exhausting, so she couldn't really blame her for needing to sleep in a bit. She closed the door behind her softly, padded as quietly as she could (which wasn't difficult at all for a ninja) across the room to grab a book, then crept over to her own bed to curl up and read quietly until the new roommate woke up and she could finally meet her. She did her best to not let her eyes stray over and around any of the new stuff in the room, or to the sleeping form, because she didn't want to seem rude. She had to live with this person; she wanted to keep things as congenial as possible.


[[ open, though mostly for morpherboy (roooomiiiiie~!) ]]