Room 314, Sunday afternoon
Emmett hadn't been sleeping or hiding all weekend unlike some tentacled people -- that wasn't why he'd barely left his room.
He'd just discovered the closet! Monday morning he would understand the irony, but today, there were shiny, sparkly, stretchy things in it.
Which meant a day and several long naps later, he was still throwing his own one-man fashion show. Current outfit: alligator-skin cowboy boots eight sizes too big for him, black leather capris that might have started out life as short-shorts for someone considerably taller, a pink mauve tank top that fit him just fine, and a purple feather boa spray-painted with glitter.
He'd discarded the nipple-window shirt as way too trashy.
[OOC: Open like Emmett's closet door.]