Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla, after coming back from days of not remembering a thing, the horror, decided that an excellent way to make herself--and possibly the rest of the student body, judging by the pile of cookies stacking up nearby--feel better was to bake.

If only Rilla were better at baking.

Fortunately, another wicker basket from home was taking up most of a table and it was packed to the brim with moddable baked goods from Prince Edward Island. And those were guaranteed to be delicious.

Rilla's attempt at shortbread....not so much.

[OOC: Open!]

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[isntabitpretty.livejournal.com]

"Those horrid roaches?" Somehow, Sara managed to pronounce the word and make it sound like the skittering of insect legs across the floor. "Oh, it got ever so much worse!"

Stop helping, Sara.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla shivered. "How?"

Don't ask these things, Rilla.

[isntabitpretty.livejournal.com]

Sara had to share a room with Rilla; she might come to regret this in a few hours.

"There were --" and here she dropped her voice to a guttural whisper -- "skinless dogs who could have been the Old Nick's hunting hounds, and shrieking lizard-birds, and hideous armored crabs with great scythe-like claws, and lurching, faceless, armless men."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

It was a good thing Rilla was made of sterner stuff than, say, Sara Ray or she would have passed out right there on the floor.

As it was, Sara would be having a terrified bedmate for the night not dirty, shhh, it's Edwardian.

Rilla let out a little shriek and clapped her hands over her mouth, horrified.