The Deck, Saturday Morning

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The deck near the dorms was, for all intents and purposes, completely normal. The only thing that might have seemed even remotely out of place was the fact that there was a palomino horse (of course, of course) on the aforementioned deck. The horse wore a jaunty hat and seemed quite interested in the business section of the morning paper.

There was a cup of hot coffee next to him, but how he'd procured it and how he intended to drink it (if, indeed, he did intend to drink it) was a mystery.

[OOC: Edmund is Mister Ed and open deck is open! I've gone to bed, SP tonight! Deck's all yours.]