you're the fairy bomberman

The first thing Natalie remembered, just after waking up but before opening her eyes, was smoking weed. That, and only that. See, after that memory bubbled up... She sort of just refused to remember anything further. If she just stayed perfectly still and flatout refused to acknowledge the books and the candy bar wrappers and – God forbid – anything else that might have still been in her bed, then maybe she could hold on to being oblivious for just a little while longer, right? Right.

So, yes. She was going to shut her eyes even more tightly and pretend that she was asleep for a little while longer to keep from facing up to reality. By trying to convince herself she was still sleeping. It was clearly the mature thing to do here. Shut up, these random events were stressful, and clearly devised by sociopaths looking to make people suffer.

From what she was trying to keep out of her conscious mind but what filtered in anyway, at least she was pretty sure she had some clothes on. Small blessings.

[ooc: Closed door, but post is open whether you're someone who might still be here, the roommate, or just someone looking for her. In any case, whoo AU aftermath. Bouts of SP throughout the day for my various classes but I'll be around a lot. ETA: And thanks ever so much to the really too kind anon who upped Nat's account back to paid! The icon sitch was frustrating as hell and Paypal is slow for foreigners. *showers you with love and gratitude* ♥]

The keyboard had arrived yesterday.

Natalie V. Adams, 16 years old, hadn't done anything but set the instrument up by her desk. That was about to change now that Natalie Adams, almost eight years old (and three months was a loooong time), jumped out of bed, grabbed her glasses from the nightstand and put them on. (The glasses didn't have lenses in – she was just having a phase where she thought glasses were the best thing ever.) Now properly attired for the day, she spotted the keyboard, clasped her hands together excitedly, and quickly made her way over.

It was only a slight struggle to get up on the chair that she'd so meticulously adjusted for her teenaged height last night. Soon enough, she was sitting there, and started playing a song. ... Or at least a very, very simplified version of the chorus. Played, for the most part, with only one finger. She hadn't been taking lessons for that long. She was making up for it with enthusiasm, though!

Good thing the keyboard hadn't been set to be too loud.

[ooc: Post & door open, song was linked at me by longislandiceme a looong time ago. Yes, it's a song about a rabbit shooting a hunter. You know, for kids!]