Room 231, Thursday Evening
After spending most of the day down in the garage, trying not to weep over her swoop bike (especially now that it was mostly back together, except for the handlebars and the brakes and the hydraulic system and the catalytic converter and...), Sam came back upstairs and showered, then returned back to her room.
She was currently sitting on the bed and sighing at the mess. Two years of stuff to pack or throw out, not to mention triple-checking that all of her equations made it into her notebooks and off the walls--which also reminded her that she needed to contact her new employer to find out how much she was allowed to bring with her.
[ooc: Door is closed, post is open.]
She was currently sitting on the bed and sighing at the mess. Two years of stuff to pack or throw out, not to mention triple-checking that all of her equations made it into her notebooks and off the walls--which also reminded her that she needed to contact her new employer to find out how much she was allowed to bring with her.
[ooc: Door is closed, post is open.]