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After dinner in the common room, Angela came back to her room and flopped onto bed. Meeting Luke had been ... kind of odd, especially after her conversation with Rory a few days before. At least Alanna understood how much the whole thing sucked, and no one seemed to hold the whole gremlin thing against her.

She'd met the new librarian, too, who seemed very cool. And Cross-Species Communication was interesting.

She scratched a sleepy Min with one hand and stared into space, leaving her dorm room door open so she could see any action.

[OOC: Open.]

Current Mood: melancholy

Angela had decided that action had some chance of getting her out of her mope. She certainly wasn't going to apologize to Marty, not yet, maybe not ever.

Glancing around the room, she realized that if she shoved Sydney's old dresser into the closet, she'd have room to move her chair further away from the bed, and her not-huge dorm room would feel slightly less not-huge.

She stood with her back to the wall to try to lift the dresser so she could carry it across the room, completely oblivious to any strange sounds.

Current Mood: blah
Current Music: "So Long Marianne," Leonard Cohen