Room 222 - door's open

[dkgothchica]

D.K. is trying to put up her Einstein poster, but she doesn't have enough tape. She's considering chewing gum. And her Dusted Bunnies poster is completely ripped, how sad is that?

She's standing on the bed, and looking around for her Bazooka gum. Echo and the Bunnymen are playing very, very loudly.

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[multiplez]

Z came in carrying her backpack. "Hey, what's up, roomie?"

[dkgothchica]

D.K. looked over her shoulder and waved, flailingly. "Hey. Are you my roommate? Do you have any tape? Or band-aids? Maybe some glue?"

[multiplez]

"Nope, sorry. I don't have much of anything, really, just this," she hefted her backpack, then turned as a duplicate walked through the door carrying an SPD-issue duffel bag. "and that. Thank you." The duplicate vanished.

"I'm Z." Z tilted her head at the number on the door. "Heh, somebody thought they were being cute."

[dkgothchica]

D.K. loses her footing at this, falls onto the bed on her ass, and stares from Z to the door to Z to around the room, and then the poster falls on her head.

"What?"