Room 333, Thursday Morning

[child_of_rer]

Sov had their first class in the afternoon. If they were nervous they avoided that feeling by trying to sort out the piece of technology called a phone. There had been a pamphlet on the door pointing it out, so it must be important, and it seemed like a useful piece of technology.

If settling into the room at all was possible, Sov felt they had

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[i_am_the_rat]

Hank, for his part, bounced on his bed and played air guitar to the music. "This is KICKIN'!" he announced.

[child_of_rer]

Sov looked up, irritation obvious. "Why are you pretending to play an instrument?"

[i_am_the_rat]

"Because it's FUN!!!" Hank replied. "You've never played air guitar?!?!"

[child_of_rer]

"No." Ans Sov saw no reason to.

[hoorayimrich]

Tony had managed to find a junk yard in town where he got material for his chemistry project, so he was one happy camper. Though, really, this was loads easier when he had a professional lab and all the money he could ever want to obtain supplies.

But, you know. That was in New York.

So, on his way back to his room from doing that, he happened to notice a door was open. "Hey, you're on my floor!"

[child_of_rer]

Happy to see a familiar face that wasn't their roommate, Sov smiled. "Am I? Which room are you in?"

They gestured for Tony to come in.

[hoorayimrich]

"308," Tony replied, peering in to make sure he wouldn't be interrupting anything before steeping through the door. "With Jack McCallister. Who did you get for a roommate?"

[child_of_rer]

"Hank Venture." And the tone of voice and the expression on their face probably described Sov's opinion of their roommate quite well. But never mind Hank now. Sov held up the phone.

"Are you used to these?"