Room 317, Saturday morning

[notmyownage]

Claudia, not really down with the whole getting up in the morning thing, forestalled the whole issue by lazily rolling over without opening her eyes.

Only to discover that, instead of her queen-sized bed from home, she'd been sleeping on the crappy, twin-sized bed in her old dorm room. And wind up on the floor.

Right. Reunion. At least she wasn't switching bodies with someone. That had been one of Pete's favorite stories to tell for ages.

Well, she supposed she could do worse than Fandom for her vacation from the Warehouse. She could be stuck in northern Nunavut, again.

[ooc: open, should anyone else possibly be up. I caaaaaan't sleeeeeeeeeep.]

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[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"M'bladder's going to explode," came a very sleepy whine from the other bed. Quinn was at the reunion with Puck, of course, but for the sake of nostalgia -- and because Quinn hadn't really been sleeping well lately, so a night in a bed that was all her own sounded like bliss -- they'd split up for the night. "Is it morning?"

[SP = win on weekends?]