[Room 412, Friday Early Afternoon]
Donatello had found his room with no problem, after the vending machine down the hall had proved to be broken or something; he made a mental note to take a look at it later, before heading out to the cabins. Maybe he could fix it, save the administration a maintenance call.
Finding 412, Donnie opened his door, sighing in dismay as it revealed what seemed to be a slight disaster area - pizza boxes, dirty clothes and other belongings lying everywhere, including over what appeared to be his side of the room.
"It's like rooming with Mikey," he grumbled. Dropping his bag on the empty bed (a pair of jeans and three socks strewn across it, ew), Donatello sighed and began throwing everything not his in a pile on the other side of the room.
[OOC: Status of room modded with permission from morpherboy. Door is literally open, should anyone feel like saying hi. :D Going to bed, but any pings will be replied to in the morning! Back!]
Finding 412, Donnie opened his door, sighing in dismay as it revealed what seemed to be a slight disaster area - pizza boxes, dirty clothes and other belongings lying everywhere, including over what appeared to be his side of the room.
"It's like rooming with Mikey," he grumbled. Dropping his bag on the empty bed (a pair of jeans and three socks strewn across it, ew), Donatello sighed and began throwing everything not his in a pile on the other side of the room.
[OOC: Status of room modded with permission from morpherboy. Door is literally open, should anyone feel like saying hi. :D Going to bed, but any pings will be replied to in the morning! Back!]