you're the fairy bomberman

Apart from one very brief trip down the hall the steal more snacks from the common room, Angie hadn't moved much. Sure, she was still vaguely holding out hope that dude from yesterday might come through on the weed, but she wasn't holding her breath, and other than that, this place wasn't really holding her interest. Her friends didn't even seem to be here to drag her out on the town, and her parents weren't here to be annoyed at the same, so. Wasn't much point in moving. She was still in a flimsy nightshirt and shorts, reading a huge book and listening to music on her iPod.

She didn't need much else.

( Sam wasn't aware things were weird. )

Angie flopped back down on the bed and picked up her book again. Yeah, still not too interested in the outside world.

[ooc: Stuff under the cut preplayed with the splendiferous necroslacker. Remember the Daze icons by spaghettimonstr @ IJ. Closed door, but open post!]