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Not for the first time over the last few days, Vi was having a great time exploring Steph's apartment. At high speed. Just in case something had changed in the minute and a half since she'd last been on top of that shelf, or that counter, or under the bed, or behind the couch.

It was a very important job making sure everything in this place was exactly as it should be.

Not that very much actually was after a tiny pink kitten had zoomed through, around and over it.

[For the girl!]

Vi had had plans for after the dance. And it probably went without saying that they'd been sexy plans. However, Vi hadn't accounted for the punch and while she normally had a pretty good idea of her tolerance, she was also used to strong drink tasting like it, instead of lethal sugar, so instead there'd been drunken cuddling and boardgames on the couch until she'd passed out on Steph's shoulder.

On the bright side, she no longer had to worry about an impending hangover, since she was now a skinny, wiry scrap of a thing instinctively curled up around the other warm body on the softest surface she could remember sleeping on.

[For the girl!]

The tiny kitten that was currently Vi had the general idea that there was somewhere she was supposed to be right now, but being a tiny kitten, she couldn't remember where that somewhere was. Especially not when she had important kitten things to be doing, like clambering up every single vertical surface in Steph's apartment then launching herself from them like a furry pink daredevil to pounce on anything that caught her attention.

Sorry for any heart attacks this may have caused over the last few days, Steph.

[Starting get NWS in the comments]

Because reasons, Vi was maybe spending even more time hanging with Steph than usual at the moment, which meant things like making sure Steph didn't fall back into her terrible eating habits, and while they could very easily live on take-out indefinitely, Vi, y'know, liked having an excuse to cook for her.

And while dinner wasn't shaping up to be anything fancy, the kitchen was smelling like one of the less dubious food stalls back home and Vi was feeling pretty proud of herself.

[For the girl!]

Late in the afternoon, shading into the early evening, Vi left herself in Steph's place, a bag of groceries in one arm, beanie-wearing cat draped over her shoulders.

Mostly she'd brought Steph home because Saffron was well and truly Done with her presence for the moment and needed some alone time at the store, but she also wanted to hide the tank she'd made in Sidon's class the other week in with the rest of Steph's clothes for her to find later. Kind of a reverse sneaky theft.

And there was also the part where she was kind of worried about what Steph's fridge looked like after it had been left to it's own devices for a week. The best case scenario was that she wouldn't need to empty it before she put the stuff she'd just bought away.

[For the aforementioned cat wearing a beanie!]

Vi had woken up on Steph's couch less hungover than she might have been, and in a mood that couldn't really be described as good given the night before, but content, maybe?

At least until she'd seen the contents of Steph's pantry and fridge, and while they certainly weren't the worst she'd ever seen...it was still pretty sure and with much less cause. So with a certain amount of silent judgement, she'd pulled her boots on and headed out on a quick grocery run.

So now she was headed back to Steph's loaded with supplies, even if there was less fresh stuff than she'd have preferred to get, she had doubts it would've been eaten on time.

( A Wild Disk Horse Appears! )

[OOC: Preplayed with

onahighdiskhorse. NFI, fine for broadcast.]

After what had been a long, long week that had alternated between frustrating, stressful, and highly enjoyable, Vi had come back to her room after prom and crashed hard.

So hard that when she slowly came awake without that persistent itch under her skin, and back to a more normal level of restlessness, she rolled straight back over and went back to sleep. Blissfully unaware of any portals or anything that might have come through them.

[Open to anyone who might have a reason to be there.]

Vi had woken up restless and twitchy this morning, which, honestly, wasn't exactly an unusual state of affairs for her, but usually a brisk jog ~~over the rooftops~~ around the island at least took the edge off.

No suck luck today. If anything being out in the (very) fresh air made it even worse. Especially when she got back to the dorms and it was just too warm in here.

Which would be why she'd stripped down to her shorts and singlet before starting her usual shadow-boxing drills.

[Open if the roomie's around]

There was something oddly freeing about being a kitten. Kittens didn't have a lot of complex emotions, and no one really judged a kitten for being filled with a deep, burning rage at the world. Unless you counted obnoxiously cooing over how cute your expressions of deep, burning rage were.

There was also the discovery that dust motes were also the most amazing thing in the world. Well, second most. Pouncing on dust motes was the actual most amazing thing in the world. Vi was stalking a particularly fascinating one right now, crouched low to the carpet, butt wiggling in anticipation. Picking her moment, she pounced, a graceful apex predator.

...and crashed on the carpet in an awkward pile of naked girl.

[Open to the roomie, if she's around.]

Vi's explorations that morning had taken her past the coffee shop or maybe it had been a bakery? One of them at least, and while she didn't really have the coin to spend there (not with her income being limited to other people's carelessness with theirs) they'd also had racks of postcards, the art printed on some of them so similar to the giant painted ads that adorned the lanes that the homesickness had hit as hard and painful as a punch to her gut.

So, now she stood next to the wall nearest her bed with a handful of cards, trying to figure out the best way to arrange them. They weren't much, but at least the wall not being blank would make it feel less like a really nice cell.

[Open door, open post! Links potentially NSFW.]

Vi was shadow boxing. Getting back into training properly, like she knew she should, was still eluding her, but this much at least she'd been able to keep up with.

She paused, rolling her shoulders and swinging her arms. She was stiffer than she'd like. Not that it was a surprise. Everything was either overworked or underworked, she she still hadn't adjusted to the beds here, in all she'd be more surprised if she wasn't stiff as a board. Just about the only positive was that her last few lingering bruises had faded to that final dull, ugly brown.

Her stomach growled and she rolled her shoulders one final time as she brought her fists up. Five more minutes and she'd go find breakfast.

So, naturally, during those five minutes, she overextended her left arm, something twinged in her bad shoulder, and just like that, her entire torso was on fire as her back spasmed.

"Shit." She bit out the curse. Doubling over and biting down on the back of a handwrap to muffle the noise she made, she tried to ride it out.

As least it wasn't also dislocated this time. Fixing that sucked so much.

[Open to the roomie if she's around.]

This morning Vi had finally reached the point where four walls had gotten too stifling when there wasn't even a locked door keeping her in and gone out the window and down the side of the building. After dashing across the far too exposed grounds, she'd made her way up to the relative security of the town's rooftops and started running.

( In which Vi punches a tree like a normal human being. )

[Can be open, I guess]