Apr 03, 2007 00:20
Generally, Cassie was relatively graceful. Today when she had a suitcase under her arm and a bag slung over one shoulder, she was less so. She nudged the door open with her foot, attempting to prop it open as she manouvred herself into the room.
It was only after she'd done it she thought that door opening like that was something that really would've been easier done telekinetically. It wasn't quite habitual enough for her to remember she could do that, yet.
Once she was in, she dumped the bag in the middle of the room, and looked around. "You know, I think our last room was bigger," she commented.
[ooc: and open, yay!]
thelma,
room #13,
cassie