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Room 507, Saturday Noon-ish
Jan. 19th, 2008 12:57 pmIt said something that this wasn't the first time that Peach had woken up with a hangover. Even in this particular body.
She moaned, flopping around on the bed (Since when do I sleep in a bed? she though, in passing), but in the end she figured that it would be easier to just get up and find some water.
Of course, to do that, she'd have to figure out how to open the door. ...
"SQUAWK! SQUAWK!"
Sure, she could speak. But she felt that might better get the attention of anyone who happened to be coming by the door.
[Door is closed (hee), but unlocked. Post is open! Come let the bird out!]
She moaned, flopping around on the bed (Since when do I sleep in a bed? she though, in passing), but in the end she figured that it would be easier to just get up and find some water.
Of course, to do that, she'd have to figure out how to open the door. ...
"SQUAWK! SQUAWK!"
Sure, she could speak. But she felt that might better get the attention of anyone who happened to be coming by the door.
[Door is closed (hee), but unlocked. Post is open! Come let the bird out!]
