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Room 512, Sunday evening
Evie had waited until after the football game to open up her presents from her parents, and was gleefully eating a cupcake as she read her mother's letter.
She stopped eating and re-read the last page with concern, then slowly went back to evaluating her presents, thinking hard.
[ooc: open! Evie is 17 today, yay. Or, you know, 107.] -
Room 512, early Saturday afternoon
The girl on the bed in room 512 awoke and stretched, yawning, and looking around with bleary eyes at all the papers and pens and scrolls and ink spread around the room. "Goodness." She tilted her head to study the other girl asleep on the window-seat, and then glanced down at herself, frowning.
"I'm Roman?" -
Room 512: late Friday night
I sing of warfare and a man at war.
From the sea-coast of Troy in early days
He came to Italy by destiny,
To our Lavinian western shore,
A fugitive, this captain, buffeted..."Really, I don't think the draperies are helping," Evie told Anne suddenly, perched on the edge of her window-seat, one hand up in dramatic declamation style. "I don't feel ( Read more... ) -
Room 512, Friday morning
Evie had awakened and gotten ready for the music festival, then checked her voice mail.
The call from Chad had been completely flail-inducing, and necessitated a call back.
The one from the Wyatt? she thought? had been worse, and necessitated *another* call.
Then she'd called Sokka because she was upset, and left a message for Warren, in case ( Read more... ) -
Room 512: Monday evening
Evie managed to sweet-talk her way into the room by patting the doorknob and telling it how shiny it was; now, she's settled into the window seat, eating biscuits and reading a history book.
There's also a Chinese screen folded up and to the side.
No, this shan't be awkward at all.
[ooc: for the roomie, or anyone else who wishes to stop by!] -
Room 512: Friday afternoon/evening
Evie had her door open, as well as her window, and was singing along with her mix CD from Jake while she read her Gods homework. Really, Ares did get around, didn't he?
[for sarcasm_guy, but open after] -
Room 512: Wednesday eveningish
Evie had her room door open, and was - for once - not writing, studying, or reading. She was trying to practice her knife-fighting skills. With a chopsticks leftover from Ching Tai.
You have to start somewhere.
[ooc: open!] -
Room 512: Friday evening
Evie was carefully knocking the rainwater off her hat as she opened the door to her room. "Why don't you have a seat while I make the cocoa? I've quite mastered the microwave now."
[for sarcasm_guy, but open after]