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It's late afternoon and the set of rooms that the kids from LA have taken are, for the moment, quiet. This would be because most of the young runaways have abandoned the room to cause trouble elsewhere and Gert is taking advantage of the blissful peace while everyone is out. It's been a while since she really had any time to herself, undisturbed, and she intends to make the most of it while it lasts, so she's stretched out on a bed (not her own, OL has claimed that for a nap) reading a book (for reference, Margaret Atwood's Oryx and Crake).
Alas, of course, these things can't last...
Alas, of course, these things can't last...