Room 511, Wednesday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

Well, there was a room there. There may or may not have been a roomie, and there was probably a kitty hiding somewhere, but there was definitely no Francine.

[OOC: open to anybody who might have a reason to come looking for her, and of course the roomie if so desired! ETA: Francine's not there, but you're welcome to camp out and interact with each other! It said that all along RLY. Look, zombies ate my brain, mmkay?]

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[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"I'm afraid not," Alice said gently. "But you are entirely welcome to wait here for her return. So long as you aren't allergic to cats, that is."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Not that I know of," Merlin assured her. "Would you like some pizza?"

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"I would, I thank you," Alice said, bowing quite graciously.

Dinah -- the cat, and not the blonde girl -- hopped down from Alice's bed. Alice seemed to be talking to the boy; the boy must not be an evil invader that Dinah should protect Alice from. Therefore, she was going to sniff his shoes. One could tell rather a lot about a person from their shoes.