Room 227, Saturday Evening

Natalie had considered dropping by the party at Dite's earlier. Honestly, she had. For about as long as it had taken to walk right past the door, anyway. There were days where she was interested in dealing with crowds of people in small spaces, and this was not one of them. So she'd kept walking, all the way to her original destination: the Boards. She had the keys, and Jono's blessing to use them, and getting to play the piano didn't get much more private than that for her, on this island. It'd been nice. She'd even managed to work on a new song a bit. Something like that needed room to breathe. Which meant she'd needed room to breathe.

She felt better now.

And now her bedroom floor was strewn with books. She'd amassed a lot of paperbacks over her time in Fandom, enough to fill up a small box or two that she'd been keeping in her closet. She figured not all of them would be worth dragging back to Montreal. Some of them had been bought on a whim, or just for light trip reading. She figured she could take them to a second-hand shop, get some of her money back. But before that, she had to see what she actually had. So here she was, sitting on the floor and going through piles of books, examining back covers and leafing through pages, while Moxy jumped into one of the boxes, because he was a cat.

Another exciting Saturday evening in room 227.

[ooc: Open door, open post!]