Room 317, Saturday Evening

[multiplez]

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.

((Open!))

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Strangely enough, a boy and his robot are here and poking their heads into Z's room. Of course, they are not the boy and robot she's missing at this particular time, but they're here all the same. The boy is even carrying a brightly-wrapped package with him.

"Hey, you,"