3rd Floor CR, Sunday Evening

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

Claire decided that she was obviously delusional, homesick or both. Those were the only possible explanations for taking up the common room kitchen in an attempt to make a pot roast from her mother's recipe. Ruth's recipe wasn't entirely clear, and there were a couple of ingredients that either weren't available on this coast or were no longer made at all. The whole thing was giving her a migraine and she was remembering why she didn't cook.

Vegetables sliced and oven preheated, Claire stood on the counter, rooting through a cabinet for Lipton soup mix. She tried not to curse too loudly.

Momentarily forgotten, the TV blared a Z-Cases rerun.

[OOC: Open like a CR, yep.]

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[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley's face was all toothy grin as he bowed to Alice, as best he could.

"Totally proper," he said. "Just like it should be."

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"Society would be quite proud of us," she beamed. "Which is somewhat a rarity, on this island."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Hurley said. "So how'd you get to school here? I mean, I guess it was just sort of... accidental time travel, like me?"

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"I received an acceptance letter," she explained. "From a school I had never heard of, and one I certainly hadn't applied to. I met the train where and when the letter said I should, and found myself here. It doesn't do to turn down an adventure."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Oh, cool," Hurley said. "Magic train. That so sounds cooler than my trip."