Soon after the group had scattered in separate directions, Maya herself wandered back to her dorm. Jiggling her key into the lock and creaking it open softly, she stepped a bit backwards when she heard... singing? Was a robber just taking his time and enjoying himself? Was it a ghost? She looked around the room cautiously for a weapon. All she saw was a shoe. Crap! Was this how she died?!
Oh. Christian's my dorm-mate, duh.
She sighed, gently shutting the door as to not interrupt him. He was good- really good, actually, and as she shuffled into the room she found herself light on her feet, almost skipping as she set her stuff down. Humming almost silently, she went about herself, setting out cloth and a sewing machine, pulling her hair back. Time to work on her last minute costume!
(Down for time skip!)
Oh. Christian's my dorm-mate, duh.
She sighed, gently shutting the door as to not interrupt him. He was good- really good, actually, and as she shuffled into the room she found herself light on her feet, almost skipping as she set her stuff down. Humming almost silently, she went about herself, setting out cloth and a sewing machine, pulling her hair back. Time to work on her last minute costume!
(Down for time skip!)