Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday

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Sam woke up early on Tuesday morning, stretched, and promptly cringed as her tight skin pulled. Perhaps spending Christmas Day sleeping on the beach wasn't her best idea ever--she'd forgotten to reapply her sunscreen, and had gotten just a bit burnt.

Deciding that she couldn't take another day of isolation, Sam donned some loose cotton drawstring pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt, her new puppy slippers (thanks again for those, Rory), her CD player, and a Dennis Lehane mystery, then plopped down sideways in one of the chairs in the common room.

First Floor Lobby, Tuesday evening

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The Tick and Lockheed were in their normal seats in the lobby. In front of them was a large tray with cookies on it. In front of the tray was a sign that said, "COOKIES! Please Take!"

Tick turned to Lockheed. "You see?" he asked. "You have to watch the junk food or you'll feel sick again. Not even dragons can eat that many cookies without feeling it."

Lockheed looked up from where he was curled on the couch and grunted.

The Tick nodded as if he understood what Lockheed said, then replied, "Well, sure, if you were a giant dragon, you could eat ten times that many cookies without a problem. But you're not a giant dragon, Lockheed. As dragons go, you're kind of wee."

Lockheed grumbled noncommittally.

[OOC: Cookies for anyone who wants them. Interaction also for anyone who wants it.]

2nd Floor Common Room (evening)

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Rory toddled out into the common room, curled up on the couch in her new pajamas and slippers she had gotten from Jake, and began randomly flipping through channels.

She finally settled on Amélie. She had the strange feeling that there should be a bear in the story, though she was really unsure why.

Evening. Second floor common room.

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Beka tacked the note on the wall and headed off to her room. She still had last-minute packing to do.
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