Room 418: Thursday Night

[notajar]

Outside the open window, there is a pigeon flying off with a note: De Carabas: Still well, if witness to the occasional mutiny and the trauma of former princesses. Though we're still attending summer classes, we've moved back to the dormitories (room smelled oddly of cow today), and only go out to the campgrounds for class now. Am off to Scotland for the weekend - Above, but not our Above. Perfectly safe except perhaps for the vampires.

...also, aliens blew up the school. I may have forgotten to mention that in my previous letter. Keep well, and send news if you have it. yrs, Door, House of Arch

Inside the open window, there is a girl sitting on the sill, enjoying the non-cow-scented breeze.
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[OOC: Open for a few hours, at least, until I give in and crash!]

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[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" And there's another girl, poking her head through the doorway with a grin.

[notajar]

"Hi!" Door waves from the windowsill. "I'm going to Scotland!" After a second, since she realizes she's got one foot out the window, she adds, "Not right this minute."

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"I remember a time when statements like that didn't actually need to be clarified..." Carmela says dramatically, wandering in to the room. "It was a boring time."

[notajar]

"I don't think I remember many boring times," Door answers. "Something's always happening."

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"At least around here it's *usually* the good kind of something."

[notajar]

"And when it's not, we're good at beating it up. Or shooting it."

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

Carmela glances down to her (empty) holster and sighs dramtically. "I only got to shoot things once."

[notajar]

"I shot things twice - trolls once, and once it was..." Door waggles her hands vaguely. "Weird robot things in tights."