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bitten_notshy) wrote2009-11-02 08:06 pm
bitten_notshy) wrote2009-11-02 08:06 pm
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Room 308, Monday Evening
Jack was bored. He'd felt just sick enough for the weekend not to be up to trick-or-treating or Samhain -- but not so sick as to not be keenly aware he was missing out -- and, today, had finally mustered the energy for a shower and a walk into town, just to make sure it was still there.
It was, as was J,GOB's. He was fortified with a box containing rather more pastries than were, strictly speaking as he returned to his room early in the evening. Then Jack settled on his bed with the eclairs and a deck of cards. He'd leave the door open, and watch the halls to see if anyone passing could be lured in for something more interesting than solitaire.
[OOC; Open room post!]
It was, as was J,GOB's. He was fortified with a box containing rather more pastries than were, strictly speaking as he returned to his room early in the evening. Then Jack settled on his bed with the eclairs and a deck of cards. He'd leave the door open, and watch the halls to see if anyone passing could be lured in for something more interesting than solitaire.
[OOC; Open room post!]