Room 223, Sunday Morning

As it was the morning of the first day of Spring Break, Natalie was packing. No, she hadn't left things at the very last minute, even if she'd spent most of the previous day just vegging out and enjoying the ability to just be still instead of constantly feeling restless. Nope, she'd still found time to compile a list of the things she needed to pack, and was now gathering her stuff according to said list, crossing things over once she'd placed them in her bag.

Hey, it made the whole thing go smoother.

The only thing that was giving her any trouble were her clothes. She was from Montreal, she didn't know how to dress for Rio de Janeiro, and then there was the question of the roommate. Who happened to be her boyfriend.

She picked up a shortish skirt which she could barely remember buying and tilted her head at it. Hmmm.

[ooc: Open door, open post! Some SP imminent once I have to switch modes of transportation but other than that I'll be arooound.]