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Room 418, Sunday Evening
Dec. 17th, 2006 06:37 pmThere'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*]
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*]
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