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[k_gabriel]

Getting a space all to yourself in the shelter can be tricky; conservation of water and electricity are pretty important, so most anyone who's willing to share ends up with a roommate.

Karla would prefer a single, but beggars can't be choosers, and she's been pretty lucky regardless. She's found a spot in the same building as Gwen and Preston, and

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[bitingmybullet]

From inside, there is a muffled, "That is not how I learned to play, dammit."

A few moments later, the same voice is a good deal closer:

"... Karla?"

The door opens, revealing a pajama'd Gwen.

Wolf noses are often a great substitute for caller ID.

[bass_line_blues]

Preston's sitting on the floor inside, wearing a pair of Pokemon boxers and a T-shirt so old and faded that whatever it used to say is completely illegible; he raises a hand in greeting from behind Gwen.

(The hand is still holding a two and a three of spades.)

[k_gabriel]

"Hey."

Karla lifts a hand in a half-wave, smiling faintly.

"I just got kicked out for...probably at least an hour." Wryly, "Mere's got a guy over."

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen makes a face.

"Ew. Fun."

She steps back from the door, opens it a little wider. "Well .. want to come in?"