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She was curled up in a ball at the end of the couch, a thermal blanket wrapped around her. Vacant eyes watched as the paid programming on a local channel transitioned to the local morning news. Her mind, however, wasn't on the tales of flooded creekbeds and roads. It was instead on the figure in black that had wakened her the previous morning.

( Logic told her that it wasn't really Bester... )

[OOC: Interaction with Lyta may be slow, as I'm at work. Otherwise, open for your 3d floor common room needs.]

Lyta made her way through the door, burdened with shopping bags. It had been her first real trip to the mainland, and how she enjoyed it! She'd seen the famous Washington, DC skyline in all its 21st century glory, then found her way to a shopping mall, after receiving a helpful tip from a passer-by as she wandered between Smithsonian buildings. She returned with a new blend of tea, a tea maker, pants, and the all-important shoes. Not that she really needed the shoes...but they were cute. And on sale. And they fit like a glass slipper. How could she not buy them?

After spending a little bit of time going through her things, she settled in the common area with a cup of her new tea and Mary Stewart's The Hidden Hills.

[Now in the appropriate place... Open for interaction if any of my fellow Sloths are around...]

At nine-zero-zero exactly, Lyta flopped down onto the bouncy sofa, squishing Nick to her. The television was on, and the opening titles for Silver Specter began with the first familiar notes of the theme song. They were reruns, but she didn't care. She cheered as the lead actress, Elaine Stansfield, was introduced with a particularly in-jean-e-ous text, her cape fluttering in glorious black and white.

She idly twisted Nick's stuffed, yellow horn as she wondered where she could get a really cool hat like that...

[AFK a bit for lunch. For your common room and slow play needs!]

Lyta flopped onto one of the sofas, picking up the remote even as she allowed her head to drop back in relief. One could spend only so much time reading, researching, and even surfing the 'net before one went a little stir crazy. She found it a bit cooler in the common room and, as she clicked on the television, she absently flipped channels to find something interesting. She was very thankful for the change of scenery.

[Open for any 3d Floor Common Room needs. Any interaction with Lyta will be slow played as mun is ded sick.]

Lyta paused just outside the door to room 326, hesitant to enter. She clutched her room assignment in her hand. Drawing a deep breath, she read the text once again: "Roommate Name: Susan Ivanova."

As with the first time she read it, her heart sunk to her stomach, a mixture of sorrow and apprehension. How had Susan ended up here? Had the latest Entil'za met her end, and was transported here for her own second chance? Or some reason less violent? Would Ivanova even remember her? The station XO had her own reasons for not trusting telepaths; despite all their work together during the Shadow War, there was still a level of discomfort on both their parts...especially after everything Lyta had done after the war.

Anyway she looked at things, Lyta found her year was going to be very interesting.

She raised her hand to the doorknob, thought better of it, and knocked. There was no immediate answer. Tapping the door again, she waited only a brief moment before twisting the knob and easing open the door. "Ivanova?" She was met with silence.