notajar: (accomplished)
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!]
notajar: (sprawl)
There's a journal open on the table next to Door's bed. It would say, if you were peeking at it: this. )

But you wouldn't do that.

Door isn't peeking at it either, at the moment. She's hanging her head upside down off the end of her bed and reading her notes on Starling and Dragon, trying to finalize her ideas for the presentation in Miss Poppins' class on Monday. The room-door's open, because she likes hearing people wander past in the hallway, and the occasional snatches of holiday music from someone else's open door.

[OOC: Quite open! *goes back to adding the million tags that happen when you wait three weeks to do a linkdrop*]
notajar: (sprawl)
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.]

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