first new york minute;
[true to form, the journal is falling open conveniently during a new arrival's panicky first moments. That is, the moment right after she practically falls out of her bed panicking.]
--arshall? Marshall!
[the door creeeeeaaaaaks as she pokes her head out into the hall... then slams abruptly as she retreats back into her room.]
Ohhhhh, wow. Okay, don't freak out. My name's on the door, that can't be a bad sign, right? Just... weird. And kind of creepy. I'll just stay here, and... and....
Oh god.
--arshall? Marshall!
[the door creeeeeaaaaaks as she pokes her head out into the hall... then slams abruptly as she retreats back into her room.]
Ohhhhh, wow. Okay, don't freak out. My name's on the door, that can't be a bad sign, right? Just... weird. And kind of creepy. I'll just stay here, and... and....
Oh god.