Room 415- Wednesday morning

[stacyexperiment]

Gwen had been laying low since truth day, because she kind of had some major issues with the whole dying thing and hated that it was out there on radio for everyone to know and she didn't know how people would treat her and ugh everything was terrible. But she figured maybe today she'd wander down to a common room and test the waters a little...

And then she heard a thump at her window, and got out of bed to investigate. And when she looked out... flying eels. Seriously? Flying eels.

"Nope," she said, and got her phone to take a picture to send Peter, and then got back in bed. Nope, this was all she was doing today.

[Closed door, but the post can be open!]

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[seeks_truth]

"How does it work?" Cassandra asked.

[stacyexperiment]

"Uh, science?" Gwen said, looking unsure. "I have no idea."

[seeks_truth]

"So it is not magic," Cassandra concluded.

That was a load off her back.

[stacyexperiment]

"Oh, no. It's all like, electricity and like, signals, and stuff," Gwen told her. "I'm pretty sure if it was magic there'd be way more interesting stuff on Saturday nights."

[seeks_truth]

"Or more deadly," Cassandra said dryly. "But I suppose I should learn the local technology, if I am here."

[stacyexperiment]

"We'll take over the common room and make a night of it," Gwen promised. "Just tell me when's good."

[seeks_truth]

"I have no classes on Mondays," Cassandra said thoughtfully. "Perhaps that is an option."

[stacyexperiment]

"Monday it is. I'll get the movies." Which would go very differently than the porn common room, just putting it out there.