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Room 322, Thursday Night
Jun. 24th, 2010 08:44 pmDidi wasn't always much of a reader -- she tended to be more interested in living life than in reading about it -- but it was too hot to live life today.
Too hot, in fact, to do much of anything, returned ankh or no returned ankh. (Though she was still grateful enough for her necklace that her fingers kept skittering to it at odd moments.)
Sprawled out on her bed, she had a bowl of frozen grapes and a thick paperback novel with a girl popping out of her dress on the front. She kept making scoffing noises at various implausibilities in the text. The author had an interesting view of human flexibility.
Her door was open and she was facing it, the better to see anyone pass through the halls.
[OOC: It has been forever since I made a room post, man. Open!]
Too hot, in fact, to do much of anything, returned ankh or no returned ankh. (Though she was still grateful enough for her necklace that her fingers kept skittering to it at odd moments.)
Sprawled out on her bed, she had a bowl of frozen grapes and a thick paperback novel with a girl popping out of her dress on the front. She kept making scoffing noises at various implausibilities in the text. The author had an interesting view of human flexibility.
Her door was open and she was facing it, the better to see anyone pass through the halls.
[OOC: It has been forever since I made a room post, man. Open!]
