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Room 419, Monday afternoon, after classes
After getting back yesterday, Charlie ended up crashing in her room and then sleeping a *lot*. Playing paintball takes it right out of you, then all those workshops ( Read more... ) -
Room 419, late-ish Monday evening
Charlie had her TK ball out again, slowly making it roll around on the floor.
Hmm. Maybe a kitten would enjoy this.. she could take it into work....
Whenever she thought she felt the twinge of a headache, she'd stop, and check the candle, just in case it got away from her. So far, nothing.
[ooc: for the roomie, but anyone else can stop by too] -
Room 419, Saturday night
Work having been completely quiet all day, Charlie's bored and a little distracted. Too distracted to write, or seek out company ( Read more... ) -
Room 419, Friday morning
Charlie got up, and before she left for the music festival, made a few phone calls to Bridge, Carmela (since she wasn't in the room at the moment), Sam, Alec, Turtle, Johnny, Adam, Isabel, Namine', Karal and Tannim, inviting them along to Fast Eddie's along with her and Dean, who she called to check the time with. Hopefully, a big enough group ( Read more... ) -
Room 419, Monday afternoon
Charlie settled in to write after classes, but couldn't concentrate on any one scene. After a while, she decided to give up, and catch up on her mail instead.
( Hey Ted, Lisa, Brad and Rob... (links and narrative) ) -
The Causeway, noon
Charlie waited for Naminé at the Causeway, and swung on a lightpole, trying to decide where they'd get to first in D.C. National Art Gallery? Shopping? Too many choices.
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Minotaur Cabin, Alcove A-3, Monday evening
Mr. Ted McElroy c/o
Politics Section
Rolling Stone Magazine
1290 Avenue of the Americas
New York, NY 10104-0298
Hey Ted, Lisa, Rob and Brad,
( So, I'm going to summer camp. It's... different. ) -
OOC: late lemming post (Parker, Evie, Charlie)
Spoilers for Pretender, the Mummy movies, and Stephen King's Firestarter behind the cuts.
( All you need to know about Parker. ) -
Hastings Glen, NY, Bus Station - 4pm
"Ticket?" Irving Manders raised bushy white eyebrows over bi-focals, looking enquiringly at Charlie. Somewhere off in the terminal, a loudspeaker was announcing the departures to New York City. She took a deep breath, getting exhaust in her lungs, the tang of gasoline, then nodded.
( Check. )