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Third Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning
Codex had survived two weeks in Fandom. This, in her opinion, was a great feat and a little distance from her fellow Guildies was doing her a world of good. She didn't have to worry about them showing up randomly (plane tickets were expensive) and things could go back to them being contactable only through the computer. It was a winning situation really.
As a treat for surviving, Codex was out of her room, on the couch and watching TV with a nice bowl of some kind of cereal that looked like a rainbow puked into the milk. Only less gross.
[OOC: The meta of Hercules & Xena: The Battle for Mount Olympus is on the TV because it's on mine. Method RP!]
As a treat for surviving, Codex was out of her room, on the couch and watching TV with a nice bowl of some kind of cereal that looked like a rainbow puked into the milk. Only less gross.
[OOC: The meta of Hercules & Xena: The Battle for Mount Olympus is on the TV because it's on mine. Method RP!]

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"Good morning," he said as he entered the room, heading for the kitchen area.
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He arranged some bread, cheese and dried fruit on a plate and proceeded to make some spice coffee.
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And then he continued: "I did. I take Logic and Oceanography. And yourself?"
Why did she seem so nervous?
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"And how do you like your classes?" He took the plate and his coffee cup and walked over to the couch, taking a seat next to her.
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The ankh, though, still glimmered beneath her short black terrycloth robe.
"Mmmm," she said, adding milk to her cereal. "Morning. Watching anything?"
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She found a chair, cereal in hand. "I'm Didi."
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"Probably from people who watch them and buy more bright orange cereal," she suggested, poking her spoon at her bowl.
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"Good morning," he greeted her.
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Oh look there was someone. "What's this?" She could have been asking about the movie, or the cereal.
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