Room 227, Sunday Afternoon

While Natalie was pretty sure there was weirdness afoot on the island, she hadn't bothered to even pay enough attention to figure out what it was. Fandom was wacky. She was content just knowing that.

Besides, finals week was coming up. This meant she was spending this Sunday going through her notes and checking everything was in order. There were a few textbooks and notebooks strewn around her on the bed, though there was more order to it than it might have seemed. (Of course there was order. This was Natalie.) Currently, her attention was on her American History notes.

It was her least favourite subject this time, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to be doing her best in the final.

[ooc: Open door/post, entertain me while I pretend to be awake.]