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Yes, Zero got back to her room sometime last night. She then slept until about two, as was her usual mode of operation on Saturdays, before handwavily shopping for provisions for the charity brunch tomorrow.

Now she has the door propped open with her handy brick and is sprawled out on the bed she uses as a sofa, watching TV and drinking a chocolate milkshake provided by her minifridge. Fish is perched on the bedframe, a strawberry milkshake of his own (to match his feathers) on the dresser next to him.

Life is good.

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: "House Hunters" HGTV

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From:

peter--parker.livejournal.com

"I talked to some guy at the clinic who doesn't handle the weird stuff. But I guess this woman's a witch. I'm not huge on magic or anything, but it's worth a shot. We'll see what happens," Peter said.

"I'm glad I could make such an impact on your day. I'll probably have to stop by the second floor more often now."

From:

swerval_zero

"Well, good luck. I'm sure it'll all come together ~~or some bollocksy nonsense like that~~."

"Yay! I'll try to make the trek to the third floor more often."

From:

peter--parker.livejournal.com

"Thanks," Peter said. "Yes, definitely stop by the third floor. It's much cooler than people give it credit for."

Peter looked at his watch. "I have no clue when Bridge and Rory will be getting to their rooms, so I should probably get going and create a nice baracade at my door to buy myself some time if they come to get me tonight."