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[Warded to Chris, Ty & Quinn]

Changed our minds, we're rooming together tonight.

Quinn's going to tell me more about the Stanley Cup.

And we're going to bond.

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I FOUND SERVICE

[Written as she hollers out the same from the bathroom, where she's standing with one foot on either side of the clawfoot tub]

Don't hold back, the world needs to know if your other boyfriend's team won.

They took us from the middle of fucking nowhere to the middle of fucking nowhere. All I need is this one goddamned page to load.

This is not my California.

Do I need to open up a window and do a cell service dance?

Please do. [...] For the sake of my phone, not my boys. I know they can do it, I just need confirmation.

[And then a heavy thud, because barre doesn't teach you how to straddle a curved-edged bathtub like that for more than a few seconds at a time.]

[...]

Quinn definitely didn't just give herself a concussion everyone, nobody should worry.

[...] Seriously?

What are you guys doing down there? Is Quinn okay?

Yep, she seriously didn't give herself a concussion, the mood is very good here in Room 210.

Quinn's just trying to kill herself in the name of professional hockey, like any good sports fan.

I always assumed she'd die in the name of hockey. Just not for, like, another few decades or something.

[...]

Do you guys need a hand?

Do you own a cellphone manufactured after the Protestant Reformation, and did you bring it to Prom?

No?

We might need to try just shouting out the window until someone nearby hears us.

FUCK YES

Edited 2017-05-27 05:24 (UTC)

[...] Only half the page loaded.

Pens won. YES. But by how much? When? This motherfucking signal, and this motherfucking phone, I can't wait to move to San Fran-fucking-cisco.

Maybe we can get a stronger signal closer to the windows.

Or like [...] a little bit outside it.

Edited 2017-05-27 05:31 (UTC)

[...] I'm going in. Or out, rather.

Out of a fucking window?

What if you get attacked by gravity and it kills you?

I won't jump out, dumbass.

You could fall out, dumbass

I have impressive balance.

Then there's nothing you can do for us just now.

Dude I got a phone

It's like the most expensive thing I own

[...]

And this isn't a fucking all night mission

It's turning into one at this rate.

Maybe data'll work better than her ancient reception.

[...]

Sounds right, sure?

Lmao I love you

Shut up I don't even like you.

liar

CAN YOU GET THE FUCKING STATS?!

Give me a second.

Let me see.

Pens won

AND?

Alright alright chill, I have to climb on this dresser first

Alright the dresser did not work

I'm gonna limp down this hall and see where it goes

Hold up, why the fuck are you limping?

Two reasons

The dresser was higher than I expected
The floor is not as soft as I expected

Bonus reason:

You're a little bitch.

Oh fuck off, it was an unnecessarily tall dresser.

I'm gonna see if I can get on the roof

After I figure out where I am. These hallways are fucking unnecessary too. How many fucking guests did this guy plan on having at the same time?

Do not get on the roof.

You'll fall and die and then we won't even have the good phone anymore.

That's a risk I'm willing to take.

Make sure Quinn doesn't fall out a window. If she dies then all this trouble [...] well it's not for naught because I'll know the score

But I'll have to resort to warding Hazel to discuss the score and that feels like more effort than Quinn not dying.

You just let a dresser beat you, you're not getting on the roof.

Try and stop me

Edited (He's challenging her but also flirting with her? If she accepts the challenge this can be my starter scene which I haven't done Bc I got distracted ) 2017-05-27 06:24 (UTC)

Can't. Maybe if Quinn gets on my shoulders she can get the rest of the page to load up in the corner of the room.

Maybe you should find Ty. She's a fucking midget

She's taller than me, asshole.

Edited (rosy doesn't know how to flirt even with her boyfriend) 2017-05-27 06:37 (UTC)

[...]

Oh

[...]

Well shit.

[...]

Wait hang on

I found a signal

AND???????

I won't switch rooms if you withhold any detail.

3-2.

Game tied up at two and went into double overtime dude. Kunitz scored the first and last goal. It was a slap shot.

There were three penalties. Do you want the fucking penalties? What the fuck do you mean by any detail?

[Just an ink splotch, but Chris probably heard about her feelings on the game.]

[...]

Was that banshee screech the sound of you falling out the window.

it was a pretty baller shot

i found a youtube clip

hang on, i'm calling my mom

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