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Room 223, Monday Morning
Aug. 9th, 2010 10:17 amTara never thought she'd regret putting all of her classes in the second half of the week, but today, she did. She would have welcomed an hour or so of something normal to get her back to thinking about something other than alternate dimensions and rips in the fabric of reality.
Their magic had worked; that was something. She just wished she could have done more, even if she didn't know what more would have been.
At least it was over. Sighing, she settled onto the floor cross-legged and held out a cat toy shaped like a fishing rod. Mr. Moxy was in for an extra-intense play session today. She needed to spoil something.
[OOC: Open door, yep!]
Their magic had worked; that was something. She just wished she could have done more, even if she didn't know what more would have been.
At least it was over. Sighing, she settled onto the floor cross-legged and held out a cat toy shaped like a fishing rod. Mr. Moxy was in for an extra-intense play session today. She needed to spoil something.
[OOC: Open door, yep!]
