Room 401, Tuesday Afternoon

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The door and window were both open to allow some of the cloud of cigarette smoke to escape, and Jenny was sitting at her desk, making a list of demands items she was going to need. Like a laptop and a PS3, for starters. And higher-threadcount sheets. Preferably silk. In the margins were chastisements to Jack about how she'd specifically requested a better world and sodding Paris Hilton (who was, as far as Jenny could tell, a completely worthless human being) was dominating the news so clearly he'd failed. Also she still didn't have her iPhone and was kind of annoyed about that.

Most of her things were either still in her bags or strewn about her half of the room, but a Union Jack had been pinned up over her bed and a photograph of seven people sat in a place of honor on her bedside table.

((Open! Come talk to Jenny and/or complain about the smoke.))

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Claire's unpacking hadn't taken that long, mostly because she hadn't brought all that much stuff. Not even a single bear had come with her: just her clothes and some books.

She had spent the day exploring the town on her own, and came back into the room just in time to get a lungful of smoke. Trying to make it seem like she wasn't coughing, she waves to Jenny on her way to her bed.

"Hey."