fandomhighdorms | The Salle, Monday morning early

Dinah had gotten a voice message in the middle of the night before she could grab her phone. Then she'd gotten a ~~handwavey but approved~~ text two minutes later that said: DON'T THINK YOU'RE NOT PRACTICING WHILE I'M GONE, DINAH. She was willing to bet that he'd figure out radio podcasts just to check on this, too. But probably only if she didn't practice. That's just the way her luck ran.

So this is Dinah. Killing a practice dummy in Arthur's honor.

[open, up early so I don't forget, but I'm not online 'til midday.]