fandomtownies | Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

Vette was tired. Like, super tired. Because... look, you try sleeping in a bed that had been on fire yesterday. Her sheets were a ruin of soot and ash, there was apparently enough polyester in the mattress that part of it had just flat-out melted, and there were springs sticking out here and there as a result. Weren't beds supposed to be some measure of fireproof? Probably the island's shenanigans at work there, too.

She'd talk to maybe the school's janitor or the moose in the office or something and get a replacement for that later. For now, she had work to do.

Super important work.

... She was totally just sitting and staring blearily at the scrap sculptures today. If anybody asked, maybe she could tell them she was admiring the art.

If she woke up enough to answer them coherently.

[OOC: Not at all method RP honest. Open!]