Room 317, Friday Afternoon

When Z reached room 317 very very late Thursday night, she'd changed into her unfortunate PJs (quietly, so as not to wake Luke) and wrapped up in her blanket to sleep for a very very long time. Then she'd woken up, seen snow out her window, and thought for a brief, horrified moment she was still in Alberta. But no, this was her room. This was her stuff, and Luke's stuff. This was...home.

So she got up, got some food from the Synthetron, and got dressed. And then sat down at her computer, trying to figure out what to do next.

((Open! May go to slowplay!))