Room 317, Wednesday Evening

Z was in her room. Her co-ed room. Which she was blatantly not in the process of moving out of. In fact, she seemed to have strewn her (still kind of meager) possessions around her side of the room as much as possible, as if to stake her claim. Though the bra hanging off the corner of her computer monitor might have been a bit much.

Z was sitting at said computer, ignoring the bra, as it wasn't blocking more than a tiny bit of the screen, and attempting to make a list of things she could do to be citizenshippy for Advanced Scouting. Also, possibly, illegally downloading music. Shh don't tell Cruger.

((Door and post are open!))