Right, good... her poster had arrived. She'd forgotten to pack it in the rush she was in when she was leaving home. But her dad had sent it along with a bunch of other stuff she'd left lying around the house...

She didn't need half this stuff. He could've just left it in her bedroom... but she got the feeling it wasn't really her bedroom for much longer. Hugo was getting old enough to need his own permanent space... Which was... ... no, too many conflicting feelings there. Just shove THAT thing under the rug with everything else and move on.

ANYWAY. Poster. Derry unrolled the Agromantula poster and charmed it to the wall opposite her bed. There. She watched the band move in the poster a bit, Charlie Black was preening at himself in a mirror... There was something about moving pictures that still fascinated Derry. She thought it was awesome.

Now what? She should probably wait for the others... since she hadn't said anything to them since they'd arrived. God she felt awful for that... but... she just didn't want to talk about it. But they deserved an explanation for the fact she'd avoided the dorm and speaking to people pretty much as much as possible... probably. So she sat there, in her 'shut up and leave me alone I'm comfortable and that's a little victory' clothes, rocking the Bucky Barnes eyeliner look since she'd rubbed her eyes and... yeah, so she'd been crying a lot lately. She kept forgetting she was wearing eyeliner. But... she wasn't crying now. She was trying to stop doing that... it wasn't helping.