Room 408, Tuesday Morning
George had slept well again last night, after heading out to a common room and actually talking to people like she knew how to make friends. She was starting to agree with everyone about this island. It was doing wonders for her already.
And then, she spotted the Post-It. A yellow one, sitting innocently on top of her desk. It wasn't Rube's handwriting, but the message was recognizable nonetheless:
C. J. Llewellyn
Millstone & Peary Road
ETD: 12:22 pm
She didn't know the address. Was that on the mainland? She had class until noon, and another starting at one. Looked like she'd have plans on her lunch break.
So much for this being a vacation from her day job.
All of this she summed up in one word. "Fuck."
(door shut, mostly establishy but can totally be open, for anyone who would knock or for the roomie!)
And then, she spotted the Post-It. A yellow one, sitting innocently on top of her desk. It wasn't Rube's handwriting, but the message was recognizable nonetheless:
C. J. Llewellyn
Millstone & Peary Road
ETD: 12:22 pm
She didn't know the address. Was that on the mainland? She had class until noon, and another starting at one. Looked like she'd have plans on her lunch break.
So much for this being a vacation from her day job.
All of this she summed up in one word. "Fuck."
(door shut, mostly establishy but can totally be open, for anyone who would knock or for the roomie!)