Jackalope, Living Room, Monday Morning

Ronan was sitting on the couch in the living room of the cabin, cup of tea in hand. After having handwavily zomg no 'net yesterday at all slept -- or otherwise not left his alcove -- for all of Sunday, he actually felt remotely more human. He checked the clock; he didn't have all that much time before he had to get to his class, but it wasn't quite time to leave yet. Until then, he thought he might wait around and see if anyone else in the cabin showed up.

(OOC: open to the cabinmates!)