Room 418, Monday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara no longer had a roommate. While she didn't object to sharing a living space, she was hardly going to deny that there was a certain pleasure in having your own rooms. Not least because some things were simply easier when there was a level of privacy she hadn't enjoyed since she'd last lived in a Mord'Sith temple. Such as taking proper care of her leathers.

Looking up from cleaning her boots, she wondered briefly why she hadn't noticed just how blank and featureless the material they made the walls out of was before this, especially in the harsh, steady glow of the lights they used here.

She pushed the thought deep down, since it hardly mattered, before getting up and going over to open the door. Not much, just enough that any ambient noise could filter through. She didn't trust any place that was too quiet.

[Cracked door, open post.]

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[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce was taking a walk through the dorms when he happened to see a cracked door. It was his first instinct to try to figure out whose room it was and why the door was open through either peeking inside or sneaking outside, scaling the building, locating the window, and then peeking inside.

Neither of those things seemed terribly practical, though, which is why Bruce embraced his recent dedication to pretending to have an active social drive by knocking on the partially opened door.