Room 206, Sunday Afternoon

Blue had done some errands this morning, and so returned to her room laden down with shopping bags and not bothering to be too quiet about it. Her roommate might not appreciate that, but then, she was beginning to have concerns about his wellbeing anyway.

"Hey, Thorin, are you alive yet?" she called through the fancypants privacy curtain dividing their two sides of the room. "Groan once for yes. I got Gatorade." Blue had never been the partying type herself, but she had relatives. She'd learned things.

((For the roommate, but the door is open if anyone wants to drop in!))