Room 227, Saturday Afternoon

Natalie had already been by the theater to leave some coffee and encouragement for Jono. And that very little, compared to everything she'd managed to cram into yesterday, what with knocking Clint on his ass with a kick, and doing her part in trying to keep the disaster of a play going, and all.

Even by her standards, she'd earned a day of not doing much. In her case, that meant actually laying down on her bed to read a novel, for once. And idly keeping an eye on Mr. Moxy who had just now taken to padding out the door and patrolling up and down the hallway before coming back in again.

[ooc: Open door/post, feel free to run into a roaming cat in the hallway. Or not!]