Room 323, Tuesday Afternoon
Peter had given a few brief handwavey calls to let people know he was about to head out of town for the holiday. Right now, he was just packing up the few changes of clothing he'd need for trip. He hadn't seen his mom in too long, he admitted, so it'd be really good to see her. And, of course, the wonderfulness of trying to talk about school without seeming like he'd gone completely insane.
That would be fun, actually.
The door to the room was open, and the strains of the Revolver album by the Beatles echoed out into the hall from Peter's stereo as he packed.
[ooc: Open door, open post! He'll be back for the weekend.]
That would be fun, actually.
The door to the room was open, and the strains of the Revolver album by the Beatles echoed out into the hall from Peter's stereo as he packed.
[ooc: Open door, open post! He'll be back for the weekend.]