Room 212, Saturday Morning
Dec. 5th, 2015 08:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scicloneSarah knew things were wrong as soon as she woke up. She didn't hear Felix singing bad pop songs loudly to annoy her, and she didn't smell coffee or toast from Mrs. S.'s attempts to get breakfast on the table. And there was no boy in bed next to her, so she hadn't gone home with anybody, either.
Her first thought was that she had finally gotten on Mrs.S.'s bad side and been carted off to juvie -- but nah, this place was too nice for that.
In an effort to solve the mystery (and possibly track down something worth stealing -- finders keepers, right?) she began poking through a stack of stuff on a nearby desk. So far, all she could tell was that whoever lived here was some kind of nerd.
[OOC: Cosima is Sarah Manning from Orphan Black. Yay clones. Cracked door, open post.]
Her first thought was that she had finally gotten on Mrs.S.'s bad side and been carted off to juvie -- but nah, this place was too nice for that.
In an effort to solve the mystery (and possibly track down something worth stealing -- finders keepers, right?) she began poking through a stack of stuff on a nearby desk. So far, all she could tell was that whoever lived here was some kind of nerd.
[OOC: Cosima is Sarah Manning from Orphan Black. Yay clones. Cracked door, open post.]
