Room 418, Monday Night

[notajar]

Door's lying on her bed reading. Not for classes, though she supposes there's that list of piecrust recipes she could be reviewing. She's just reading for fun. You know. That story about the witchy kids at boarding school.

No, the other one. The one there was no one in line for. Magic Month.
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[OOC: For grenfelzer, but open as well. Though I flee for

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[grenfelzer]

Feeling kind of bouncy after a phone call from a certain multi-legged alien (she wasn't going to question how he'd got her number, or how he was able to even call considering he was a bazillion light years away or whatever), Carmela wanders across the hall and knocks on the doorframe.

[notajar]

Door looks up and grins, marking her page with her finger. "Hi!"

[grenfelzer]

"You busy?" Carmela asks curiously.

[notajar]

"Well, I am right in the middle of this great new book...that was published in 1982. It's not going anywhere."