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3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon
Monday, September 1st, 2025 10:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mindofagenerationWell, Riri was still waiting on stuff from MIT. And hoping it wasn't getting shipped back to her mom's place in Chicago, but not wanting to actually check after everything. So, instead of that, she threw herself into the weirdness of this place.
Or just documenting it to confirm or deny things.
This was accomplished after she found a whiteboard stashed away in one of the storage closets. She'd dragged it into one of the common rooms to start writing on, but had banged her finger on a doorway along with way. This was the reason there was a very confused 'TASTES LIKE WHITE CASTLE?' on there next to 'JOURNALIST SQUIRRELS' after sucking on her mashed finger.
Precious newbie. And it hadn't even moved past whimsy yet!
[open!]
Or just documenting it to confirm or deny things.
This was accomplished after she found a whiteboard stashed away in one of the storage closets. She'd dragged it into one of the common rooms to start writing on, but had banged her finger on a doorway along with way. This was the reason there was a very confused 'TASTES LIKE WHITE CASTLE?' on there next to 'JOURNALIST SQUIRRELS' after sucking on her mashed finger.
Precious newbie. And it hadn't even moved past whimsy yet!
[open!]