Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara's efforts to search the room she'd woken in for any signs of where she was had proved mostly fruitless, and while the small tiled room with the magically heated water had been appreciated (look, when you had waist length hair, not having to heat the water for washing it was a bonus), it hadn't exactly come with a map.

So now she'd ventured down the hall, and found what looked like a kitchen of some sort. Which again, wasn't a map, but since she also hadn't eaten anything all day, she wasted very little time setting to making a meal.

You know, as soon as she figured out how to actually light this oven. At least she thought it was an oven. Even if there was no wood for it.

[Open common room is open, and hey, this version of Cara can actually cook edible food.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

Toby hadn't been affected by this weekend's weirdness, but he'd had a vague idea something was up even before this morning's radio broadcast.

Eventually, curiosity got the better of him, so he ordered a couple pizzas and set himself up in the common room. Food usually drew people, after all, and he figured that, at least, was bound to stay the same regardless of any weirdness going on.