Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Afternoon

Dec 06, 2015 16:02

Christina couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. Her first thought was that it was some kind of Dauntless test, but they weren't really the type to send her to a place with soft beds, privacy, and plenty of food. She spent most of the first day looking over her shoulder for the catch.

After a while, paranoia gave way to boredom and she found herself in the lounge, heckling what she assumed was a television. If they were trying to show how bad things were before the war, they had succeeded: These people on the screen were idiots.

[OOC: Open like a common room!]

3rd floor common room, alana

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