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The corridors are full of sound now, and Door's glad of that. After meeting for final presentations and final exams, classes had ended. Though birthday and holiday parties had provided some excitement, and Seely and Cally had certainly done their parts to keep things interesting, there hadn't been a lot of people to talk to with so many gone home on holiday.

Though the break's been relaxing, the noise of friends returning and new students arriving is welcome, making the place seem less empty and bringing with it the excitement of a new season of things and people to get to know. Door's left her door open to listen to it as she looks over the course catalog for the new term, as well as to welcome any new or familiar faces that might wander by.

Current Location: 418

Door's decided to try a different way of arranging her journal, just for variety.

( Cut for linkdrop, as you do )

And now she's lying on her bed reading Dickens and wondering if Tiny Tim could get any more disgustingly cute. And she likes children.

[Door's ...uh. The door's open. As is the post.]

Door is writing a letter. Of sorts.

( de Carabas: )
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....yeah, right. Door snickers, trying to imagine him caring about that sort of thing, then writes on a small slip of paper.

( de Carabas: )

She shuts the piece of paper inside the compartment, slips a short, cryptic message about how to open it into the silver tube on the bird's leg, then opens the window. Opens the window, rather, reaching for the city-smell high above London instead of the salty air of Fandom Island. It's only a smaller door, after all; an opening is an opening, and it's certainly a big enough door for a pigeon to pass through.

//de Carabas// she says to it, cooing softly and stroking the top of its head from old habit, despite a mechanical bird presumably not caring about that sort of thing.

//Chimney!// it chirps in a tone half enthusiastic, half impatient, and flutters off into the air.

Door rather hopes that was a yes, as she closes the window again, then on a whim, opens it the regular way, letting in the fresh, cool island breeze.

[The door's closed, but the post's open!]

Current Location: room 418

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11 October 2006

( More notes in lieu of an entry: )

[Linkdrop of Doom v. 3.0]

Current Mood: pleased
Current Music: That Song About Hips. In my head.

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29 September 2006

( Notes in lieu of an entry: )

[Linkdrop of Doom v. 2.0]

As much as she likes to explore and meet new people, Door found herself a bit worn out from talking to so very many of them in Constant Vigilance on Friday. Thus after her shopping trip to town with people she was at least a bit more familiar with, a weekend spent mostly in her room (aside from Saturday evening, when she'd ~~handwavily~~ taken a wander up to the roof to read in order to let Seely have his movie night with... someone she hasn't met yet) had proved a relaxing change.

Having not quite got as far as learning how to find the World Wide Web by herself in internet class on Wednesday, and with her meeting for Sunday tea with Walter temporarily cancelled, Door spent quite a bit of said weekend poking at the computer on her own -- in between studying for the first real lesson in Cross-Species Communication, and enjoying the fruits of having finally discovered the library. She's not entirely sure about her chances of being chosen as a library aide considering the next-to-nothing she knows about the way this library is arranged, but hopefully the fact that she's trying to learn more will help with that. And even if it doesn't, it should help her find things for herself, so there's really no bad there.

Now, though, Door's getting a bit restless. She's lying on her bed with the laptop, already dressed in some of the new clothes she bought on Friday, and still diligently trying to hunt, peck and click her way past the school website without getting lost on the ever-branching number of paths the internet seems to offer, but she's left the door to the room open, glancing up every so often to see if anyone's wandering past, and pondering the idea of taking a wander herself. Possibly back to London to see if de Carabas has sent some sort of reply, but she's not sure how safe that is, so she might wait a few more days to try that one.

[OOC: The door is.... oh come on. I refuse to say it. The post, however, is totally ajar.]

Current Mood: restless
Current Location: room 418
Current Music: ...yeah, someone should probably teach her how to do that

The phone is ringing as Door returns to the room after Literature class, the second in as many days where she's met a teacher with the familiar accents of home, or at least Not Quite Home.

She stares at the machine for a moment too long, thinking it must be for Seely, and only tentatively reaches for it on a whim as the ringing dies away. Door doesn't expect a voice in her ear; there's never been one before when she's picked up a telephone receiver, just the sound of whistling air somewhere far away - but what she hears isn't that, either. It's a dial-tone, the sort that she's overheard when she's walked past an Upworlder making a call at a public kiosk, but broken up by a repetitive pattern of beeps.

There was something about this in her student handbook, she recalls, and she digs it out, still in a bit of a daze that she's hearing anything from the phone. Voicemail, she reads, and, frowning, she follows the directions to retrieve the message.

There's a voice. In her ear.

Perhaps someday this place will stop surprising her.

She drops her class materials on her desk, and heads off to meet said voice.

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[Just establishy/linkdroppy!]

Current Mood: surprised
Current Location: in transit

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