Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

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A trip in to town to see about exchanging money had led to the discovery of a post office. Remembering his discussion with Stacey yesterday, he'd decided on a whim to check it out, and had been assured that, yes, despite the time difference, any letters he wrote would reach home. After all the strangeness at the welcome picnic, he'd been inclined to believe it.

And so he was in the common room, writing a half-dozen dispatches to various people back home to assure them that he was, in fact, alive and well. Just not where he'd expected to be. Once he finished those letters, he figured he could check out the television, since his previous experience with the device had been rather brief.

[ooc: oooopen.]

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"It's a deal, Rilla," Ulrik replied. "Did you have any luck with the spoon?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Yes!" she said, holding it triumphantly aloft. "Now he can have his mashed potatoes and no long be a monster."

Jims was drooling and babbling to himself.

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"How lucky for him- and all of us- to have avoided such a fate," Ulrik joked.