Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday evening

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Jessica had spent the entire day training in an abandoned warehouse where certain people who actually called themselves "Girl" instead of something even slightly less childish might not find her. Once that was done, she figured she could actually take a night off, so she settled into the common room and ordered food.

Before long she was set up with way more Thai food than she could eat herself and figure skating on the TV. She didn't really care about figure skating, but hey, it was pre-Olympics stuff. Somebody might care. She was mostly using that as background noise while she worked out the math of how the hell delivery places on the island made any amount of money if they always over-delivered.

Just ignore all of the numbers scribbled on the napkins, and it might look like a sane person was in the common room tonight.

[OOC: Open CR!]

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[walkswithcoyote]

"You got me," Mercy said. "Me and knife shoes? We're like BFFs."

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

"Just do me a favor and make sure to keep them off when you're on the couch," Jessica said. "I don't want to deal with cushion stuffing getting everywhere."

[walkswithcoyote]

"It's hell on coffee tables," Mercy said, "'cause I'm always putting my feet up, but I keep them off the couch, so all you'll have to worry about is the occasional splinter. Hope that helps."

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

"I'll just make sure to avoid the tables," Jessica vowed. "And if anyone asks what happened, I know nothing."

[walkswithcoyote]

"Bless you," Mercy said solemnly. "I knew you were a true friend."