Communications Log

Hoshi climbed out of bed, looked at her hooves, and groaned. "Think you can behave yourself if I walk you without a leash?" she asked Porthos, who was sitting at the end of the bed, wagging his tail. Hoshi wondered if she could do the same thing with her tail.

[Establishy. Open to cabinmates who don't mind SP.]

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.]

There were people singing all over the dorm. They may think that no one can hear them in the showers or in their rooms or on the roof, but they didn't count on Hoshi's super-sensitive hearing. It got on her nerves really quickly, so she shut herself in her room and tried distract herself by bouncing a ball off the wall and watching Porthos chase after it.

"You're settling in, aren't you?" she asked Porthos. "I know it's tough, and you miss the commander. Not to mention that it was a little weird traveling by portal, huh? It's been a long road, getting from there to here.

It's been a long time
But my time is finally near

And I will see my dream come alive at last
I will touch the sky
And they're not gonna hold me down no more
No they're not gonna change my mind

'Cause I've got faith of the heart
I'm going where my heart will take me
I've got faith to believe
I can do anything
I've got strength of the soul
And no one's gonna bend or break me
I can reach any star
I've got faith,
I've got faith,
faith of the heart."

Porthos just stared at her.

[I should have been able to resist, but I couldn't. Now I must go listen to Dominic Keating's anti-Bermaga version and try to get this out of my brain.]