2nd Floor Common Room ; Thursday Evening

[necroslacker]

Exploring Iceland had been fun enough (though he was sure his skin was still red in places from that hot spring) but Sam was really feeling the whole slacker in the guise of a couch potato thing tonight. He'd done well enough with that gig in Seattle, he figured he could transfer it to this place. Yeah, he wasn't the same slacker he was but he still knew how to loaf with the best of them.

Really, all that was required was some food (easily solved by ordering Chinese takeout, thank you island food places) and something good on the television. That was a little harder since there was a lot of crap on these days but Sam eventually settled on some cooking show that made him miss Ramon's mom's cooking.

Maybe he'd call Ramon and Frank a little later on and try to grease the wheels to see if he could get a care package sent out here or something. For now, the Chinese food would do.

[Open common room, open post]

The Roof, Thursday Evening

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Triela had given him a gift. Not what he received at the ceremony, but the feeling of family, at least for a little bit.

He stood on the roof, alone with his thoughts. He had done his crying earlier, and now he felt...empty.

[Establishy, but open]