Seahorse living room, Saturday morning

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Dean stumbled blurrily to the cabin common room when he woke, making a beeline for the coffee maker kept there. After having his morning influx of caffiene, he grabbed some munchies that were laying around and settled down to surf the web with his mini comp. He'd also brought out his small portable tape deck and was currently listening to Metallica at possibly greater than friendly early Saturday morning volumes.

[ooc: open for any seahorses or friends who want to discover their larygitis]