Nacelle was finishing up, her studies had been slightly boring though, it was a good thing she had her dad's smarts. Without them she would most definitely be failing right now. 

After taking a quick shower Nacelle was on her bed; Tousled hair in a neat white towel, a long nightgown made of soft silk, and of course, she was relaxing with a glass of hot tea. What a small pleasure. It was boring though.

After what felt like forever, she had managed to shift positions. Now her head was on the floor, and her feet were hovering above her in the air. She just shrugged and made her way around the room like that. "Might as well practice my flight maneuvers..." She muttered, looking around for something. Anything to do.

She had decided on going out, no limo, no phone, just a night to herself. Of course she told her mother before she got dressed. Storm had said it was fine, simple as that. So she dressed herself in the most simple wear. As she approached the stairs she nodded to herself, jumping down them. Still floating she proposed she would be safe, but the force of gravity was tough to handle, so she fell at a rapid pace. Grabbing one of the rails she swung into it, sighing and crying out in pain as she started to tumble down the stairs. 

Nacelle's entire body twitched, her head hurt and she felt weak. It was her fault though, so she didn't cry for help. Instead just allowing herself to limply fall, how long were the stairs anyways? This was going to get frustrating. So she just painfully made a shrugging sort of motion and continued down.