Room 317, 8/14, Monday Afternoon

[fatalvoyage]

Tempe sat on her bed, reading through the technical manual she had borrowed from Cally

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[sogothcally]

Cally knocked on the open door, a smile on her face.

"There you are," she said.

[fatalvoyage]

Tempe grinned. "Cally! Come on in."

[sogothcally]

Cally entered, and pulled Tempe's desk chair over next to her bed and sat in it. "You're a tricky person to track down," she said.

[fatalvoyage]

Tempe gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. I got really into a project, and time...well, time kind of got away from me."

No way was she going to admit that the 'project' was actually picking out clothes 2 weeks ago, and that she'd somehow gotten trapped in her closet. Then escaped 15 minutes later and found that somehow 14 days had passed in the meantime.

[conathon]

Sawyer was wandering past Tempes' room and then sighed with relief that the door was open; he had a really bad headache from drinking, which he regretted doing in the first place. Knock. Knock. "Can I come in?" He eyes her looking through a manual, unsure if he's interrupting her.

[fatalvoyage]

Tempe looked up at the knock. She smiled when she saw who it was. "Hey Sawyer! Yes, of course you can come in."

[conathon]

"Hey, sweetheart." Sawyer said softly as he walked inside and took a seat on her bed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Whatcha readin'?"

[fatalvoyage]

Tempe stiffened slightly at the arm around her shoulders, but soon relaxed and lay her head on his shoulder.

"Technical manual for something called a 'Viper.' Cally lent it to me."