Kitchen, 33 Apocalypse Ave., Saturday morning
It was not the first time Danni Sullivan had woken up with no idea where she was, but it was definitely the girliest room it had ever happened to her in. Wondering if she had randomly switched teams, Danni found her way to the kitchen and looked around hopefully for the person who damn well better be making her eggs and coffee as payback for leaving her alone.
There was no one there. Danni sighed, trotted back to the room to find a cigarette, and realized the person who had abandoned her had also taken her bag.
It was too early to deal with petty theft. She went back to the kitchen and began the very taxing work of figuring out the coffee maker, swearing up a blue streak the whole time.
[OOC: Danni Sullivan, Scrubs. For slowplay and for the roomies or others who may have slept over last night.]
There was no one there. Danni sighed, trotted back to the room to find a cigarette, and realized the person who had abandoned her had also taken her bag.
It was too early to deal with petty theft. She went back to the kitchen and began the very taxing work of figuring out the coffee maker, swearing up a blue streak the whole time.
[OOC: Danni Sullivan, Scrubs. For slowplay and for the roomies or others who may have slept over last night.]