Room 402, Sunday evening

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam had spent all weekend putting together this plan. It was perfect. Soon, she'd get that little twit Carly for stealing her uncle/boyfriend while he was amnesiac after recovering from brain surgery on his fifth fatal cancer. And now was finally the time to put it into action. She had the webcam on her computer set up, her outfit carefully crafted to make Carly's eyes bleed with jealousy. She took a breath, and hit "send" on her face-chat invite.

[ooc: had to get in at least something of another character this weekend. Door is closed, post is open. Should a particular canon-mate arrive, theirs is the last thread.]