Room 423, Monday morning [3/31]

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When Hoshi woke up Monday morning, she was surprised to find herself clutching a small blanket. No, a blankie. That was weird, she thought. She had given up her security blankie when she was four years old...

Fuzzy memories from the weekend started to filter into her consciousness. She sat up, finding her artwork from the night before still sitting on the bed. The door was closed.

[For the one who slept over last night, and then open if anyone else wants to stop by.]

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On the other bed, something green and fuzzy stretched and yawned. And for a moment was unable to figure out why it was such a novelty to have more limbs to stretch.

Then he remembered. "Oh."