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Jun. 1st, 2006 01:25 am[ooc: from here]
Up two flights of stairs and a sharp right turn brings them to room M16. Mary Anne unlocks the door and gestures grandly inside.
"The accomadations, my dear."
It's a simple room, all told--bed, dresser, night stand and little else. A small pile of books stands beside the bed; a duffle bag lies half-unpacked before the closet doors; another door leads to the adjoining bathroom. Still, there's the faint sense that someone calls it home.
Up two flights of stairs and a sharp right turn brings them to room M16. Mary Anne unlocks the door and gestures grandly inside.
"The accomadations, my dear."
It's a simple room, all told--bed, dresser, night stand and little else. A small pile of books stands beside the bed; a duffle bag lies half-unpacked before the closet doors; another door leads to the adjoining bathroom. Still, there's the faint sense that someone calls it home.
