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SPRINGLE - WEEK 0

common room.
In the common room, the walls have been painted with photo-like pictures of forests and lakes, and spread across the ceiling is a depiction of the night sky. One wall is lined with bookcases, the books ranging from fiction to non-fiction as well used course textbooks. More bookcases have been used to section off one corner for a study area, with a desk and chair provided.
Elsewhere, there are a few couches and chairs, most seated around a coffee table and with throw blankets tossed over them if you need the extra warmth. On the table is a bowl of healthy and semi-healthy snacks, regularly stocked. (Nearby is a garbage can.)
This week, there is a welcome basket near the bowl.
specialty room.
Past an entrance in the common room, a mini coffeehouse has been set up, with express machines for those who just want their coffee now and slightly more advanced equipment for aficionados. It offers a variety of strength levels and flavors to accommodate tastes all across the spectrum, along with a teapot and packets of caffeinated and non-caffeinated tea for those who prefer a different drink. There's a sink if you want to use your own mug, but otherwise, disposable cups are provided for you to use.
Please use this as an open post for members of Spring Dorm. You may post top-levels whenever you'd like and go wild. A new post will go up at the start of each week.
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[That jolts him awake. His eyes snap open and his hand clamps over the phone as he snaps upright.]
What are you doing!
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[He looks down at the device.]
Oh, it's ringing!
[But he does not move to answer it.]
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[He manages to unlock the phone with all the finesse of a sleepy senior citizen. The noise stops abruptly.
And then, while the colorful circle spins, his eyelids begin to droop.]
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... Or you can go back to sleep, I guess. Your choice.
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[Answering groggily, he brings a hand up to his mouth and swallows a yawn.]
We're supposed to talk to them through this?
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[The forum loads. d4rkness? Is that even a word?]
How do I complain?
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Ugh. Look, that there's our guy, Chad. So you just press this to reply to his message.
[she'll reach over and press it for him.]
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yawn]
What, that's it?
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... Oh, you already did. Well, like that.
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[Drowsily, he trundles his way through the forum when he croaks:]
I'd love to, but I promised Blue that I'd complain.
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