1st floor lobby, thursday eve / friday morn

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John sat in the lobby, flipping through the channels. He should be sleeping... but he can't.

Fifth Floor Common Room: Morning into Afternoon

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Jamie has coffee brewed, donuts and pastries from J'GOB on the counter for anyone who is interested.

Jamie however is glued to his beat up laptop and is typing like a crazy person. The fact that he has a book on screenwriting next to him should be a warning to anyone who enters.

[Open. Not like a thing. Just open. Waaaaay open. La.]

The roof, Friday evening

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Nadia had had about enough of the snow and was hanging out on the roof instead wearing a cotton poncho from home.

Guess what she was doing. No, seriously, guess.

Here's a hit. She had her ( guitar )

She continued to pluck the rhythm of the song on the guitar as she stared out over the town.

[ooc: open to others fleeing the snow. Hopefully I'll be fleeing work, soon. . . .]