Computer Lab, Thursday Afternoon

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The dorm hallways seemed a little quieter than they had been before. Worried that something might have happened without his knowledge, Dolf had gone to the computer lab to look up last night's radio broadcast. He had a tendency to miss them, but he also knew they liked to report on every detail.

He listened to it, but was none the wiser. Maybe he had just become paranoid without knowing it. He resolved to take yesterday's advice to Raven to heart, and pushed the slight, uneasy feeling away from himself - or at least as far away as he could manage it.

To distract himself, he started to google, and to check old websites he used to look at when... well, when he was back home. He wound up watching the new Dutch prime minister's first grilling in the chamber of representatives with some befuddlement. The last thing he remembered of Mark Rutte, he was still being contested by Rita Verdonk for the leadership of the Liberal Party... and he hadn't even been into politics at the time.

Sufficient to say, he was busy reading up after that.

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday evening

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Bruce had developed a sore throat randomly. He didn't want to admit that he had a cold, so he went to the common room to make some tea. Random tea. Not tea to make him feel better. Tea to have and perhaps share if any other tea drinkers were around.

"If I were sick, it would be much tougher to make this tea," Bruce grumbled to himself. His voice sounded like hell. He was pretending it didn't.

[OOC: I'm bored and it's cold. And Elaine gave me this idea. HUZZAH! CR is open. With tea. And Bale Batman voice. Just... pretend that everything I write is in that voice, okay?

ETA: Sorry, landlord is here doing some stuff. Sloooow because of it.]