Room 221, Wednesday Evening

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"Guys? Taunt? Flash? Plasmajack? Seriously, this isn't funny anymore," Vette said, frowning as she spoke into her comm... phone... concoction. Like she'd been doing for a good hour, now. "Would one of you at least tell me you got the thing? It'll be fine if I'm stranded in this stupid place if it wasn't for nothing."

Silence. Vette sighed, shut her frankenphone off, and threw it onto her bed before flopping onto it afterwards, face down. A few moments later she was rolling onto her back, making a frustrated noise, grabbing one of the piggy buns she'd made in Hannibal's class today, and throwing it, hard, at the ceiling.

It stuck there.

"This is the worst world."

[OOC: Open!]

Comments

[bookbeltof_love]

"It is!!!!!!!"

Since, you know, the door was open and all.

Besides, Nina was supposed to be here.

"But," she announced, posing in the doorway, "I now know what a cold box is called here!!!!"

Shut up, that was totally progress.