Second Floor Common Room; Thursday Evening.
With a big sigh and dragging feet, Turtle had made her way out of her bedroom, down the hall, and into the common room, where she ceremoniously snatched up the remote control before plopping dramatically onto the couch. She sprawled slightly, confortably, and sighed again, heavily, before pressing the button to turn on the TV. Flipping through the channels, she continued to think morosely about how she'd worked through everything there was to be worked through in her room and was not resorting to trying to find something decent or interesting or fun on a Thursday ni--
Ooooh, C-Span.
She sat up a little. But she was still going to complain, if anyone asked, how she hated these periods of internem when there was nothing interesting going on that she could really care about because she had a few years until graduation anyway. Bring on the new semester already, yeesh.
Sometimes Turtle simply had no patience. And way too much boredom.
[[ it's a common room; what do you think it is? ]]
Ooooh, C-Span.
She sat up a little. But she was still going to complain, if anyone asked, how she hated these periods of internem when there was nothing interesting going on that she could really care about because she had a few years until graduation anyway. Bring on the new semester already, yeesh.
Sometimes Turtle simply had no patience. And way too much boredom.
[[ it's a common room; what do you think it is? ]]