First floor lobby, Thursday night

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Alanna sat on a couch in the lobby, a laptop in her lap and a folder of articles by her side. Personal room, too quiet, common rooms, too loud, so the perfect middle, lobby. Faithful was curled up on her shoulders, his tail swishing back and forth as he read over her shoulder. Her attention was focused on her reading, but she could be easily convinced to break away from it.

((If you remind yourself of something seven times, you will forget it when you go to post. *sigh* Thanks))