Fourth floor common room- Friday evening

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Mirax was loving the odd stuff this week. Sure, the egg nog shower was nothing she would ever discuss with anyone, and the elf costume hadn't been entirely flattering even if the bells on the shoes made a pretty noise, but the little Christmas tress had been nicely festive, and as the day went on, finding ornaments everywhere had become sort of like a game.

So while the TV was on for noise, Mirax was finding reasons to get up every now and then and check inside a drawer or something. She was amassing quite the little pile of stuff on the coffee table. And she didn't even know what Christmas was.


[Sooooo open.]

Fourth floor common room- Friday after radio

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Yep, Mirax was still in the common room. Though she'd gotten tired of her treasure hunt for ornaments and had fallen asleep on the sofa in front of something on the TV that had yet to go to informercial.

At least there was no snoring?

[For me! And as of this post, SOW is a go!]