The Sound of Her Wings

Death was on a rocky peak on the Dreaming, rain battering down on her as she talked to her brother for what she knew would be the last time.

( Dream within a dream behind here )

Waking, she knew it meant more than the vague promise it might have seemed. The rock had told her that much.

Her only question was how Del would react.

[OOC: Dream text borrowed from Sandman #69 by Neil Gaiman. Thank you to icecoldfrost for finding and uploading a scan of it for me. Closed door, open post!]

Didi didn't check her email often, but she was grateful she had today. Someone had posted a message on her Facebook page.

I don't know if you're the same girl I think you are, it read, but even if you aren't you look cool so I hope you are cool and will just delete this and not decide I'm some freak. This is Hazel. The pregnant girl from the concert last summer. I mean, I'm not pregnant anymore. His name is Alvie. Anyhow, Donna -- Foxglove -- has her record release party Wednesday, and if you want to come to New York you're totally welcome. I would really like to see you. Let me know?

Didi smiled as she read it, then tapped in a short note saying she'd be there if she could before calling Jono and going to pack. It felt like a good time to get out of town for a few days.

[OOC: Open for he who is going with her, the roommate, or anyone who wants to bug her! Possible SP from here as I NEED TO PACK.]

Didi had spent some time this morning talking to her fish as she cleaned and rearranged their tank. Either she was a little bored, or they had seen fascinating things during the gremlin invasion. It might have been both.

Once she'd gotten all of the conversation out of Slim and Wandsworth that a girl could expect (and a bit more), she flopped down on her bed and started watching a DVD of the movie from class yesterday. She hadn't seen it all the way through, and Scottish Accent Guy was hot.

The door to her room was open a crack so she could see people in the hall.

With most of her classes done for the week, Didi was curled up on her bed with some Halloween candy and her knitting project, as They Might Be Giants played on her stereo.

The maroon-and-grey thing she was knitting was a scarf. Definitely a scarf.

It might just turn out to be a scarf with thumbs.

[OOC: Open room post, yep!]

Didi slept late on Saturday, feeling it was her right as both a teenage girl and as an entity that usually didn't bother with sleep.

She'd been mortal a week, now. It had been a good week. She had a job; she had a few people who seemed like they might turn into friends; she had classes she didn't hate. She wasn't sure how much longer she'd stay, but as long as she could, the island felt like it would pass as home.

And hey, she noted as she opened her eyes -- someone or something had even decorated her room for her (though, oddly, all of the balloons and streamers in this room were black or white). She opened the door to find a bouquet of white roses.

Grinning, she took them and sat back on her bed, leaving the door open. If she had flowers from a secret admirer, they were getting turned into a garland for her hair.

[Open will-be-a-linkdrop-someday post of happy birthday, game. I'll be on and off most of today.]