Room 512, laaaate Sunday night

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke had spent the weekend completely neglected in favor of other characters, woe trying to escape the weird by hanging out in the room she'd woken up in, though somehow she'd managed to avoid the other girl who thought she lived here. She'd sort of figured that if she stayed there and didn't move, whatever put her here would take her back. It hadn't worked.

But for being in a strange town without anyone she knew around, it'd been silent okay. Maybe tomorrow she'd actually get out and meet some people if she was going to be stuck here. But for now, beauty sleep.


[Yeah, yeah, I know. For one, unless the roomie wants to ping in.]

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[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke was more aware that the bed had shifted, or something had moved, or something, and frowned as she rolled over towards whatever it was. Not awake enough to freak out yet, she reached over the person in order to get to the light.

"What are you doing?" Brooke demanded when she saw who it was. She hadn't thought to put it together that this girl kind of looked a lot like the one in the pictures on the wall.

[solo_sword]

"Shhhh," Brooke hissed loudly, squinting her eyes shut against the light. "You'll wake up Brooke."

[gobrookeyourself]

"Brooke's already awake," she pointed out, already losing patience.

[solo_sword]

"Damn right she is, see what you did," she said, only slurring a couple of the words in there. Go, her!

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke decided to do the only mature thing she could in this situation.

She shoved Brooke off the bed.

"Get out of my- maybe- room!"

[solo_sword]

Hitting the floor with a "mph!" and narrowly avoiding hitting any furniture, Brooke frowned up at her. And then it occurred to her that she might actually be in the wrong room, but acknowledging that meant maybe moving. "Eh," she said eloquently, tucking her arm under her head.

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke was ready to launch into a tirade- until she finally did notice the pictures on the wall, and a certain person's resemblance to another certain person in the photos.

...Oh, crap, did she really try to kick someone out of their own room?

And yet she wasn't really willing to go looking for somewhere else to stay, and it didn't look like this other girl was going to put up much of a fight...

Feeling generous, she tossed a pillow down onto the floor. She could share, really, and feel good about herself for it.

[solo_sword]

Brooke, already passed out on the floor, didn't really notice. Maybe later she'd grab the pillow from its spot halfway over her head, maybe not.