Rooms

Two wedding rings on a chain.

[Posted anonymously.]

Have a collar for someone. Came in a package.

[In celebration of the happy news, and after taking af ew days to find the right glass and supplies she needs, a little something is hand crafted for Ronan and delivered in a plain, white box. A little note inside (amidst a flurry of tissue paper) reads only From Elya and in small print Keep this one!]

[text to clem m.]

when you done bein rugged and shit? our dog misses you

[text to declan m.]

you're missing all the fun shit dude https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=qUuMBkDWGKs

[public]

( Cute picture of a pug underneath the cut )

where's the dog modling agencys tho

I haven't heard from you. Are you okay?

Ring!

[Text to Elya D]

I didn't have to pretend I was injured.

[Marta F]

Hi. [...] I heard you guys talked. Was it totally Maury Povich?

[Hours after this, still in the Passages hallway.]

[locked to sam a.]

Hey, what are you up to?

[locked to mary jane w.]

Sorry missed your post, how're you doing?

[locked to cris m.]

Any word on DNA yet?

[locked to ekaterina d.]

Feeling better?

[locked to flash t.]

How ya doing?

[Text to Ronan X]

I haven't heard from you since before the party.

[Marta F]
[Deep breath. Loooots of deep breathing.]

Hello?

[Public, anon.]

There was a boy in the park who heard a girl that no one else could. Thank you.

[After waking up with a pounding headache and hiding for the better part of a day.]

Yeah, didn't fucking miss those.

[locked to cris m.]

Hey. I'm Sam's friend, MK.

[locked to wren h.]

OK?

[locked to mary jane w.]

Hanging in there?

[locked to flash t.]

How's it going, slugger?

[public.]

Auditions fucking suck.

Did you talk to her?

[(Surprisingly enough) Text to Ronan X]

Take a break. Come with me while I get extensions. I need to

[Public, note to self left open]

Anatomy: Human Anatomy - Fall - (get pencils)
Biological Basis of Behavior - Summer (rip out all hair)
Child and Adolescent Development - Fall
History of Medicine - Fall - (Western? Eastern? Both?)
Physiology: Medical Physiology - Fall
Preclinical Clerkship- Summer (да ! GP/office setting)

[The book has been filling in with words for days now, too long for it to be a vision or a trick, too varied and strange to be anything less than important. The hand is spidery and long, with hardly a drop of ink out of place.]

Automatic writing in reverse. How charming. I've never had letters from spirits before.

[Locked to Matryoshka Doll anon]

See? You did fine.

[Locked to Ronan X]

So, did you make a wish?

[Locked to Marta F, after much back and forth]

Hello?

[Oh Dear. Thanks Hal.]

I GOT A JOB!!!!!!!!

WHO WANTS TO CELEBRATE AND ALSO MAKE OUT???

[So maybe the cupid doesn't know what medical school is, or what sort of resources it requires. Even after the explanations from others that it has to do with healers (and not witches), the concept still isn't very clear. That seems not to matter much to the hotel, though. The wish is made, and the wish is granted. Ekaterina receives documentation for a bank account in her name, holding a rather large amount of money. Well into six figures, though it always seems to be shifting a bit. The documentation includes a checkbook and a debit card from a local bank. Local to wherever she finds herself. Even if she moves.

More than just that, the account seems to know what its purpose is. If she attempts to use the money for anything that isn't related to medical school, the check will bounce, the debit card charge will fail. It's only for medical school, and the necessary things related to it. Tuition, books, supplies. Even housing and other essentials, as long as she's in medical school. Outside of that, the account could just as well be empty.]

[Public]

What the fuc hell? I get that I'm from warmer places and this is my first winter with snow, but this can't be fucking [That one slips out.] normal, right?


[Thor]

[Locked to him, but she forgets to keep it anon. Thank you, pregnancy brain.]

Not even the blanket is enough to deal with all this snow.


[Seven]

Devi and Bean and I have decided that snow is fucking stupid.


[Liam]

[Okay, maybe this one is a bad idea, but...]

How're you holding up with the snow?

Are you the one that cast the spell?

[She had been watching the pages of the book fill with words for days but only now seriously contemplated if, and how, she would approach it. Ink drops on the pages as she tries for wit. She fails.]

So this talks.