Room 209, Thursday Afternoon

[nomelancholy]

The first week of his final semester in Fandom (and thus, up-time) was drawing to a close, and Ulrik was not at all feeling melancholy about that. Really, it was in the username and everything. Instead he was sitting at his desk, pen in hand, chewing on the cap, absently petting Velcro whenever the cat deigned to hop up on Ulrik's lap for a few moments, and just thinking. Really.

[ooc: for the rooooomie!]