Stickbug B, Sunday night
Tyler traveled light -- a few pairs of jeans, some shirts, and a couple of books were almost all he brought to the cabin, along with Min in a cat carrier and a small hoarde of snack foods. As a result, he was moved in almost as soon as he got there.
He was slightly uneasy; the whole thing reminded him a little too much of the last days of Project Mayhem, and he needed to firmly remind himself that was over.
He sat on the bed in B1, the closest alcove to the door, and bounced one of the beachballs Old Peter had given him against the wall as he waited for any of his cabinmates to show up.
[OOC: Open to any of the stickbugees or random visitors.]
He was slightly uneasy; the whole thing reminded him a little too much of the last days of Project Mayhem, and he needed to firmly remind himself that was over.
He sat on the bed in B1, the closest alcove to the door, and bounced one of the beachballs Old Peter had given him against the wall as he waited for any of his cabinmates to show up.
[OOC: Open to any of the stickbugees or random visitors.]