Rich Hall, Yale [afternoon]
Rory had been shouted at by RA's and picked up paperwork for the better part of the morning, lectured about keeping an ID on her person at all times, and mocked for taking notes at orientation. (Seriously, how did those girls get into Yale without knowing about the importance of note-taking?). When she'd finally gotten to her suite, she'd found two rooms, each marked with a sticky note. She figured hers was RG, and that PG was her suitemate. The nicest thing about being enrolled as a sophomore (hooray for AP credit) was her own room.
She'd hugged Lorelai and Luke both, borrowing the latter's truck in spite of not being able to drive a stick. Her fellow movers had not really listened to her when she'd protested that.
However, when she was setting up her mini-fridge, she heard an unspeakably familiar voice shouting about setting up a craft table.
"Noooooooo," she murmured, charging out into the living room.
[for the boys helping my girl move in. :D Also NFB for distance, durr, and I forgot to post this to alumni by virtue of forgetting I'm an alumnus omg for reelz]
She'd hugged Lorelai and Luke both, borrowing the latter's truck in spite of not being able to drive a stick. Her fellow movers had not really listened to her when she'd protested that.
However, when she was setting up her mini-fridge, she heard an unspeakably familiar voice shouting about setting up a craft table.
"Noooooooo," she murmured, charging out into the living room.
[for the boys helping my girl move in. :D Also NFB for distance, durr, and I forgot to post this to alumni by virtue of forgetting I'm an alumnus omg for reelz]