Room 318, Friday Afternoon

[lockestheway]

Another day, another vast barrage of email messages. Peter had just closed off his teleconference with the people back on Haiti and now he was looking forward to a productive afternoon of going through his remaining emails. In the dorms. No way in hell was he doing any of his work while sitting anywhere that bounced, let alone in proximity of

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[whenshewasnice]

Natalie had gotten back on the island in time for her second period class. Afterwards, she'd come to the dorms to dump some trip stuff in her room - and promptly taken a short nap.

After waking up nice and groggy, she grabbed Bean's backpack again, and decided to check Peter's room before making the trek to the campsite. Just a hunch she had about how he'd be working.

Yeah, she wasn't surprised to find his door cracked. She nudged it open and stepped in without a word.

[lockestheway]

"Sorry, I was just checking something on my co--"

The rehearsed lie died as soon as Peter turned around. "Ah, Natalie. Welcome back."

[whenshewasnice]

"I don't warrant excuses?" Natalie drawled, half amused, as she wandered in. "Too bad, I enjoy shooting them down. Hi."

[lockestheway]

"Why would I excuse myself? You know exactly why I'm here," Peter said. "But hey."

[dollpocalypse]

Hi, Peter! Your phone was ringing. Guess who was bored at work!

[lockestheway]

"This is Locke," Peter answered distractedly. He didn't bother to check who it was.

[dollpocalypse]

Topher snickered. "Nice phone greeting," he remarked. "You sound professional and crap."

On Topher's end of the line, you could hear potato chips being crunched. So...

[lockestheway]

"Whereas you sound like you might as well be playing with your genitals while you phone people," Peter said, vaguely annoyed.