Room 202, Weds morning.

[death_of_hope]

Anemone lay on her bed, flipping through old issues of Ray-Out and feeding bits of fruit to Gulliver.  She was trying to get inspired to write a letter home, but quite frankly couldn't really think of anything she wanted to tell anyone.

"Dear Jurgens, hated Ethics, hate the fact you dropped me 10,000 years in the past without warning, and hated

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[robinthefrog]

A tiny green head peeked around the door frame, and once he saw that he had the right place, Robin ducked back out of sight.

Presently, music began to play in the hallway, and Robin leaped back into view, wearing a yellow cuban shirt and black wide brimmed shirt with wee tiny maracas.

"They call me Cuban Pete,
I'm the king of the rhumba beat..." he sang to the music and danced.

[death_of_hope]

She looked up in confusion when the music started, but started giggling once the culprit came into view and began his routine.

"Have you shown Rikku that yet?" Anemone hopped off the bed to go sweep him up in a hug. "That was wonderful, sweet-Robin. Thank you."

[robinthefrog]

"Yee!" he giggled as she hugged him. "No I haven't, and you're welcome, and thank you.

[death_of_hope]

"I think your uncle's theater troupe would be very proud. You have excellent stage presence, even in a hallway." Anemone grinned and bounced in place as she looked at him. "Celebrating the removal of our overlord, or did you just feel like singing?"

[fastestkidalive]

Having quite enough of goofing around online and waiting those agonizing seconds for the webpages to load, Bart wandered away for a run.

Any random breezes past Anemone's room could be blamed on this.

Wait... door open. Bart stopped and darted back. "Hi!"

[death_of_hope]

"Bart! Hi!" Anemone waved at him happily. "How's my favorite neighbor?"

[fastestkidalive]

"Good!" Bart replied, peering into the room. A girl's room. Weeeeird. "Not having any classes is strange."

[death_of_hope]

"I know. I still have this strange urge to bake pies on Mondays." Anemone sighed forlornly. "I miss flight class, and pie class. I don't even know what I'm signed up for next semester yet. Stupid guardian who gets to pick all my classes."

"You can come in, you know. The door doesn't bite. Neither does Gulliver." At the sound of his name, Gulliver poked his nose out from under the bed and blinked at Bart owlishly. Person? PERSON!