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Room 223, Saturday Afternoon
Oct. 3rd, 2009 07:32 pmTara had skipped the picnic the day before. She wasn't expecting visitors, and there was no reason to subject herself to a crowd if she could help it.
Instead, she'd spent the last day or so much as she always did. Reading, testing a few simple spells, dressing Mr. Moxy out in a little costume...
Okay, maybe that last one was more of a special occasion thing.
Right now, she was going through the thrilling task of sorting her sock drawer out. It seemed like all of her tights from the winter before had spontaneously sprouted holes.
[OOC: Door cracked, post open to a few.]
Instead, she'd spent the last day or so much as she always did. Reading, testing a few simple spells, dressing Mr. Moxy out in a little costume...
Okay, maybe that last one was more of a special occasion thing.
Right now, she was going through the thrilling task of sorting her sock drawer out. It seemed like all of her tights from the winter before had spontaneously sprouted holes.
[OOC: Door cracked, post open to a few.]
