Room 401, Saturday Morning
So they were all going to a place that, according to Makita's map, was going to be very sunny and warm and tropical. It would be interesting, she was sure, but the idea of all that ocean was odd.
Still, Makita was at least trying to pack. There were clothes strewn about her bed as she tried to find something that wasn't cold-weather oriented. Her stuff from last summer had to be here somewhere!
Frustrated, she tossed herself onto the bed with a groan, bringing a paw up to cover her eyes.
...wait. Paw?
It was a very wolf-ish dsgruntled huff that escaped her mouth as she jumped off the bed, pacing the room once or twice to make sure that, yes, she was stuck again. At least she'd left the door ajar, so that she could nudge it open and get out into the hall. First, find Proto and let him know it had happened again. Second? Preserve. Suddenly, Makita was having a hankering for venison...
[OOC: Establishy, NFI. Makita will be wandering the Preserve all week, although modding rights go to her Proto.]
Still, Makita was at least trying to pack. There were clothes strewn about her bed as she tried to find something that wasn't cold-weather oriented. Her stuff from last summer had to be here somewhere!
Frustrated, she tossed herself onto the bed with a groan, bringing a paw up to cover her eyes.
...wait. Paw?
It was a very wolf-ish dsgruntled huff that escaped her mouth as she jumped off the bed, pacing the room once or twice to make sure that, yes, she was stuck again. At least she'd left the door ajar, so that she could nudge it open and get out into the hall. First, find Proto and let him know it had happened again. Second? Preserve. Suddenly, Makita was having a hankering for venison...
[OOC: Establishy, NFI. Makita will be wandering the Preserve all week, although modding rights go to her Proto.]