Deck, Saturday Afternoon

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It was nice to wake up to a warm day finally. Hannibal had thought the winter would just be everlasting, dumping snow on them whenever it got the urge but it was finally warm. He didn't even mind the clouds that much because warmth meant he didn't have to coop himself up inside anymore. Warmth meant he could stick himself on the deck, in a comfortable chair with his feet up and sunglasses on.

Really, he probably would have been happy to sit on the deck if it had been cold. It was amazing how everything seemed to improve when one's mood was no longer akin to a battered punching bag.

It might not have been the deck of a cruise ship but Hannibal decided this was kinda nice anyway.

[hey, open! taking advantage of the east coast's GORGEOUS weather!]

Fourth floor common room [Saturday night]

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Triela had a project. This project, inspired in part by her exploration of other common rooms, involved checking the dates on various foodstuffs in the common room.

"This can't be right," she muttered as she eyed a bag of marshmallows. She was pretty sure that marshmallows hadn't even been invented by the date on the package.

And... she was pretty sure that that particular brand of cereal hadn't been produced for at least a decade.

[Common room!]