Room 418, Saturday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was sprawled out across the bed. Alone. And if last night had hardly been the social highlight of her year, it hadn't been unpleasant either.

She still thought that pie fountain was a patently ridiculous idea though.

[Mainly for the kid, whose paternity is NFB please.]

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[not-really-rahl.livejournal.com]

It hadn't taken all that long for Mason to figure out wherever he was, it wasn't anywhere in D'Hara or the Midlands, but he had gotten some potentially helpful information, from a squirrel of all things, which led to him knocking on this door.

Not that he was entirely sure what he was going to do when it was answered.