Room 312, Monday afternoon

[blondecanary]

Morning work-out and run accomplished, Dinah went back to her room to pack a few things for her trip to New Gotham tomorrow. She'd left a few *handwavey* messages for people to see if they were up for a day-trip to her adopted hometown.

New Gotham should be bracing itself.

[open! Those invited already contacted, but post is open for anyone.]

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[wantstocheer]

Claire was being lazy today. She put aside her book and watched her roommate pack. "Going somewhere?"

[blondecanary]

"Just a quick day-trip back home. I was going to take Camille with me, too." Dinah reached over to pet her cat, and grinned at Claire. "Tomorrow night to maybe Thursday morning, at the latest. You going anywhere this week?"

[wantstocheer]

"No, I talked to my parents, but we decided it was safer for me not to go back to California for now," Claire said. "I'm hoping to spend a little more time with Peter before he goes to New York, but I know he wants to spend as much time with Sam as possible."

[blondecanary]

"You're really gonna miss him, hunh?" Dinah asked, sitting down on her bed. "I'm sure he'll keep in touch. He knows what it means to you."

[glacial_witch]

Karla stalked into the room. And yowled. Angrily.

Someone was tired of being a kitty.

[blondecanary]

Dinah's eyebrows headed for the ceiling. "Hi? Oh boy--"

And that would be Camille stalking back, yowling My girl my room who the hell are you? Even though she was only a third the size of the new kitty.

[glacial_witch]

Karla hissed at Camille. She hadn't meant to, but there were instincts coming to the fore that she couldn't surpress. It was like the tail-chasing thing.

Growling, she paces forward, tail lashing furiously.

[blondecanary]

"Camille, no!" Dinah dived for her cat and managed to grab her before she tried to pounce, then said in exasperation, "If you're Karla like I heard on the Radio? Nooooo doing that." She paused. "And if you're not, you're a lot smaller than the last big cat who came in here."

[17andinfected]

Shilo poked her head through the door as she was walking past. "Where are you going?" she asked.

[blondecanary]

"Home for a day," Dinah sing-songed, then smiled brightly. "New Gotham. C'mon in, I haven't seen you for a while, how's your break week so far?"

[17andinfected]

"Sounds like fun," she replied as she walked in, avoiding the kitties, and took a seat on a clear spot of Dinah's bed. "It's been good so far. I'm thinking about submitting the story I wrote for Creative Writing to a magazine, because I'm really pleased with how it turned out."

[blondecanary]

"Oh cool!" Dinah sat up, interested, and asked, "What kind of story is it? I mean, is it a mystery, a romance...?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine came armed with lemon bars and a sheepish smile when she knocked on the doorframe. "Um. Hi!"

[blondecanary]

"Hi! Ooo, cookies!" Dinah had to wonder what the look was for as she picked up her bag and put it on he floor. "Did you get my message?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Yeeeah, I did." Okay, not so much armed with lemon bars as using them like a shield. And the smile went so sheepish you could sheer it and knit a really unattractive sweater. "And I'd love to go.....any other time but this week?"

[blondecanary]

Baaaaaaa. And pet the fuzzy, or more accurately, take a lemon bar and nibble it while watching Francine. "It's cool, I just thought you might like to go-- but what's going on this week?"