Evening, Beka's room

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Yeah. Sorting laundry. What a fabulous idea. Beka wrinkled a nose and tossed the top into the pile of 'rancid and needs to be washed, like, now'. She didn't bother checking the mis-matched pink and red socks, just kicked them over.

Two pairs of leather pants also made it into the pile. So did two bras and one mud-covered boot. She had no %$^#ing clue where the other one was.

Still, the pile wasn't that large. Even if she'd have to be careful about the leather.

Glancing at the clock, she blew out a breath, hoping Lana had gotten her message and was around, with time for an interview. If not, it was either bullshit or beg time.

((ooc: totally no expectation on anyone's end for this, fyi))

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[OOC: Can we assume it's in the evening before Caroling?]

Lana knocks on the door. "Beka? It's Lana."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Drop-kicking an extra offensive sock out the window, Beka calls, "Just a second." She grabs her notepad and heads for the door. "Hey, Lana. Good to see you. Look, this whole thing is, I sit in your room, and interview you."

[Go, disorganization! Yes, yes it is.]

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Lana smiled at her. "Sure. You want to come up to my room then?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Yes." With a smile of her own, Beka grabbed the camera she'd stolen borrowed from someone.

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Lana leads the way up to her room (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/325363.html).