Room 317, Saturday Evening
The door to 317 stood open. Inside, its lone occupant was flipping through magazines and trying, as per usual these days, to ignore the empty side of the room.
It was lonely without Luke and Artoo. Z would be glad to be distracted.
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It was lonely without Luke and Artoo. Z would be glad to be distracted.
((Open!))

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"Hey, you,"
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"Oh, wow!" Z immediately put the jacket on to model. "How do I look?" Then she realized she was being rude and added, "Hi, RIC!"
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RIC just meows at her.
"I think a meow is a positive review," Bridge interprets. Or tries to, anyway.
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