Room 403 [Saturday, Evening]

[flashesforinfo]

It had been one of those really kinds of lazy weeks. Not that she was actually complaining about that, but Angela did feel like she'd done absolutely nothing, and wasn't changing that at all right now. Almost felt like she should go out, maybe find something to do.

Somehow, she hadn't got to that yet, though. She had ice cream, she had a trashy

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[likes_chicken]

Hurley knocked on the door, a little shave-and-a-haircut.

"Hello?" he said.

[flashesforinfo]

"Come on in." Half way through a mouthful, but still understandable at least.

[likes_chicken]

"...I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Hurley said, stepping in. "I'm not having good luck with that, lately."

[flashesforinfo]

"You're not interrupting anything," she promised, holding her page with a finger. "Do I want to know what you managed to interrupt last time?"

[decoder_rings]

Doors that were open a crack weren't going to stop Hannibal especially when he was laden with bags of food. Not caring about the noise he was making, he kicked the door open with a foot and walked in.

The food wasn't for him. Honest. Frat leading meant snack buying. Boys ate a lot.

"Hey, you," he said, just letting the bags drop and shaking out his tired arms.

[flashesforinfo]

"And... you. That is a lot of food." It needed saying. "Planning a midnight feast?"

[decoder_rings]

"If only," he said because of that food did look pretty good. "Nah, it's snacks for the frat meetings. Thought I'd buy the ones that didn't need to be cooked all in one go. Take advantage of my motivation."

[flashesforinfo]

"Very organised of you," she said, moving a little to look over what he'd bought. She was nosy. "I'm impressed. How many weeks is this supposed to last?"

[stocksgrrl]

Making her rounds, Turtle noticed Angela and Hannibal's door cracked open a little, and so she figured she'd give it a try; they were both voters, after all.

So she knocked lightly and called out, "Hello?"

[flashesforinfo]

"You can come in," she called, actually without a mouthful of ice cream this time.

She could've got up to open the door, but... nah.

[stocksgrrl]

Besides, Turtle was already right there by it, and she had arms, right?

A green plaid bag with a 'Vote 4 Turtle' tag poked through the door before Turtle actually did. "Hi, Angela. I've got some candy here; want some? I want to leave one for Hannibal, too."

[flashesforinfo]

"Softening up your voters already?" she asked, laughing as she sat up. "We always welcome people with candy here." At least, she was pretty sure Hannibal would agree with her on that one.