Main Dorm, First Floor, Thursday Lunchtime

[inshiningarmour]

A girl has to get out and about sometime, really. Thelma was in a black dress, with her boots and her dangling red dice earrings, fiddling about in the kitchen to try and rustle up the fixings for a proper sandwich. She was humming a bit of Kylie to herself, wondering if she'd actually finally get to meet new people.

[ooc: Open as open can be.]