Room 203: Tuesday Morning

Eleanor still hadn't figured out the room situation, so she had spent another night in the ball pit on the six floor despite what Wayne had said yesterday about common rooms and friends who let Eleanor crash in their rooms. To be honest she specifically slept in the ball pit because of what Wayne had said. Because Eleanor was not about to let Wayne dictate where she slept. So there.

And everything was fine until Eleanor did a spit take after listening to the radio where super truant officer had mentioned something about breakfast and Scott Wolf.

Seriously. How do people know about what happens in a common room? Seriously.

Now the problem was that the outfit she was wearing was dirty due to said spit take. And the laundry she had brought back from the mainland was already mostly dirty. Why? Because usually she just waited for other people to do their laundry and she'd sneak in her clothes so she wouldn't have to give up any spare change.

Hoping that maybe she left some sort of clothing behind, she finally ventured down to the 2nd floor and to her old room. Picking the lock (mostly due to luck) she was able to get the door open only to find that the room was completely empty.

"Hello? Ugly cat roommate?" she called out. Nobody. And definitely no clothes left behind.

"Ugh. Fork me."

So with that done with, Eleanor was sitting on her old bed and sorting through her duffel bag and giving her clothes the "sniff" test to see if anything was still wearable.

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