Room 418, Sunday Evening

[notajar]

There's a journal open on the table next to Door's bed. It would say, if you were peeking at it:

The weekend before last, after class on Friday, Evie asked me to meet her in town but never showed up. She wasn't the only one. The island had been invaded by trolls. They threw fish at me.. Then King Jake refused to share his coffee and the Doctor organized a partially-successful rescue attempt. The Principal organized a moderately more successful one, wherein I learned to shoot a gun as well as some fun new phrases.

Then I studied Starling with my face and shared petits four with Ranma, described Fandom with puppets, dated on the internet and talked about trolls in the Common Room. I saw nine Doctors who were all the same man, a dancing troll and artful nudity that Z agrees must be preserved for posterior posterity.

This week, there was much revising for finals, as well as helping with other people's final projects. This time, King Jake shared his coffee, hurrah. And speaking of kings, the Doctor set us a chess problem that required breaking the rules. (But no eggs.) Pippi got the right answer, but I still like my kissing solution best.

Also, ironically, I started another journal. Because clearly I update this one too often and have no more room.

But you wouldn't do that.

Door isn't peeking at it either, at the moment. She's hanging her head upside down off the end of her bed and reading her notes on Starling and Dragon, trying to finalize her ideas for the presentation in Miss Poppins' class on Monday. The room-door's open, because she likes hearing people wander past in the hallway, and the occasional snatches of holiday music from someone else's open door.

[OOC: Quite open! *goes back to adding the million tags that happen when you wait three weeks to do a linkdrop*]