Communications Log

There was a very frightened Japanese girl crouching behind one of the beds, armed with a stapler and a book of Russian verbs. She couldn't tell you who she was or why she was there, but if anyone tried to approach her, she'd yell at you in Russian until you left her alone.

[Door closed, window open, post open to the roommate or anyone else wanting to take their chances. I will be afk for portions of the afternoon and evening.]