Room 322, Monday Morning

[not_every_mage]

Anders had left his room with plans of buying breakfast in town, but was faced with a dilemma before he even made it off campus grounds.

Namely: Why buy breakfast when you could break a chunk off a building and feast like a king for free?

He worried briefly about whether he might bring the castle tumbling down, but the castle had so many bits of architectural fancy on it that it wasn't hard to find a ball of gingerbread atop a railing that seemed to serve no function at all. He whistled as he came back to the room, pound of gingerbread wrapped in his handkerchief and ready to be feasted upon.

[OOC: Door/post open!]

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[rebelseekspizza]

You know, Dante had given real thought to just not leaving his bed for the next twelve hours, but - sigh - prep had to be done and shit.

"Is it just me, or is this an accident waiting to happen?" he said, as he wandered back into the room and immediately tore a chunk of gingerbread out of the wall.

[boneyard_girl]

Ada rapped at the edge of the door, something hidden behind her back. "H'llo third floor!" she called, peeking in. "Anyone home?"

[vrajna_kralis]

"This isle does not get less bizarre the longer I stay." Hyacinthe was lounging in the doorway of room 322, licking frosting off his fingers and grinning at Anders. "Though this bit of oddness, I find myself minding not at all."