Monday morning, from 2nd floor common room and hallways to room 210

[otherside_miley]

Miley had woken up on a common room couch, clutching a tiny stuffed mouse and wearing her Hannah wig. That fact was lost on her as she remembered the stuff that happened over the weekend.

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[stocksgrrl]

Turtle just stared at her roommate over the Wall Street Journal from her bed, still under the impression that the weekend was either a cracked-out dream cause by the euphoria of a jumping market or like that whole turtle thing a while back.

This was a little harder to explain.

"Uhhh...?"

[otherside_miley]

"Hey Turtle." Miley said, flopping backwards onto her bed. "Weird weekend, huh?"

[stocksgrrl]

"...Why are you dressed like that?"

Because that, clearly, was stranger to Turtle than the whole being six thing.

[otherside_miley]

"The dress?" Miley looked down at the sequined dress she was wearing. "Apparently the kid version of me thought this was appropriate pajamas. Just to let you know...it's so not comfy. I'm gonna have permanent sequin marks in my butt."