Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[onlymistaken]

Cally's day, once she'd determined that whoever was in charge of this place wouldn't be available until the school started up, had been spent trying the communications device in her room (it could only reach other such devices on Earth), the terminal at the desk next to her bed (with the date on the screen that made no sense to her) and what served as a computer network for the planet. (Just the planet.) Hours and hours later (...there had been a network node labeled "TV Tropes" and suddenly it was evening and she was starving) she couldn't take the isolation any longer, and headed down the corridor to the room that her 'student orientation' booklet swore would contain food, and possibly companionship.

It also contained an impressively large screen, which, when she entered, showed a man and woman systematically insulting every item of clothing their young guest owned before dumping them into a bin and in one memorably moth-eaten case, threatening to set fire to it.

It was simultaneously cringe-inducing and impossible to look away from, which might explain why Cally was now sitting on a sofa with a bowl of something called Frosted Lucky Charms in her lap, liberally doused in...Pepsi. (Or that could just be the alien thing. Like she knew what these people put on their dry food products?)

[OOC: Like a thing which is open.]