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notajar ([personal profile] notajar) wrote2006-11-13 10:47 pm
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Room 418, evening

Door's sitting at the head of her bed, laptop propped against her knees, scrolling Project Gutenberg and still not quite out of the state of awe inspired by the idea of an entire library that can somehow fit inside the wee box on her lap, when there's a tapping at the window.

She looks up, sets the computer aside, and smiles when she sees what's on the other side of the glass. "There you are! I'd been wondering if you got lost!" she says when she's got the window open, and holds out her hand for the pigeon to step into it.

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[For the roomie, but open to other visitors as well.]

[identity profile] socksofcool.livejournal.com 2006-11-14 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nicer than Angel's?" Seely asked. Because one-upmanship was important.

[identity profile] socksofcool.livejournal.com 2006-11-14 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, mine's totally better."

[identity profile] socksofcool.livejournal.com 2006-11-14 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"He's all forehead, horrible."

[identity profile] socksofcool.livejournal.com 2006-11-14 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Exactly, I don't know how the guy survives looking like that. Although already being dead probably helps."

[identity profile] socksofcool.livejournal.com 2006-11-15 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, he's one. Although why Willow would think you are, I don't know."