SUITE F. SUNDAY? PROBABLY?

[swarmoflies]

[Sette had just been on a plane for almost twelve hours. She was tired, jetlagged, cranky, and she hadn't ever wanted to come to this stupid school in the first place. Meaning, of course, that she was in the perfect mood to meet her suitemate.]

[She opened the door violently, and began dragging her hefty suitcase inside. Her tired fingers lost their grip on the suitcase's handle and dropped it on her toe, sending pain shooting up her foot. What followed is a lengthy stream of invective directed at the suitcase, the floor, the building's architect, gravity, and the world in general, peppered with obscenities both casual and imaginative.]

[She neither noticed nor cared that someone else was in the suite's common area with her.]

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[worldcup]

[ There is a small girl in the common area - one that looks almost like a porcelain doll if not for the fact that, well, she's actually moving. Her eyes immediately seem to light up in surprise as she sees her suitemate... before noticing her grumpiness.

Maybe she just needs a little cheering up. Which is what she plans to do as she hops off of her couch, raising her arms up in the air with clear enthusiasm. ]

Hooray! I'm not alone this year! [ Because clearly having a suitemate this year is a good thing. ]