Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

It had been a lifetime ago since he last found himself in this common room, but Jak had had a long night (and a long morning's not-really-sleeping. Fucking insomnia) and he was hungry. So he was poking through the drawers in search of something that looked edible.

At least with a few months' training on the local alphabet, he could now make out what was soup and what was toilet cleaner.

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[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"No problem, I'm more than just a pretty face sometimes," he joked. "Glad to have helped."