Room 212: Afternoon

[oatmanspatient]

Marty was sitting in his room and staring at a particular package that Marcella had given him.

After a while he shoved it between his mattress and bed frame just so he wouldn't have to look at it any more and started packing up his belongings.

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had spent most of the weekend in hiding, but she came out today and wandered downstairs to Marty's room and knocked on the door.

[oatmanspatient]

"Doors open," Marty called out as he tried to figure out how many suits to pack and how many to keep out before he left.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia came in, choosing to ignore the fact that he was parking. "Hey. Came by to say congratulations, since I hadn't, yet."

[oatmanspatient]

"Thanks," Marty said. "Glad to see you didn't get buried in a pile of rubble."

[chasingangela]

Angela tapped on the door, needing to catch up with her boyfriend.

[OOC: Heading to work in about 10 minutes.]

[oatmanspatient]

"Hey you," Marty said opening the door. "I see you survived the weekend of Rayanne and company with flying colors."

[chasingangela]

"Yeah," Angela said, taking a seat on the bed. "We ended up spending the day in D.C. with this friend of hers who's in this band yesterday, and nobody had a cell phone, so ... it was kind of weird. But good weird, not school-blowing-up weird. how was your weekend?"

[oatmanspatient]

"School rubble and alien goo aside? Fairly decent. Marcella showed up late yesterday and sends her love," Marty replied. "She'd have been here sooner but had an incident with customs."