Room 527, late Monday night

It was the middle of the night when Jaina's comlink started going off, and groggily she dragged herself out of bed. She was used to having to get up at weird hours to answer calls or go to work, but she didn't tend to have to worry about things like finding clothing in the dark before she answered a call from work.

So there might have been a muttered string of "Don't hang up don't hang up don't hang up," as she searched for and finally found something that was probably a shirt.


[For he whose room it iiiiiis, and probably post-radio.]

Room 527, late Monday night

It was the middle of the night when Jaina's comlink started going off, and groggily she dragged herself out of bed. She was used to having to get up at weird hours to answer calls or go to work, but she didn't tend to have to worry about things like finding clothing in the dark before she answered a call from work.

So there might have been a muttered string of "Don't hang up don't hang up don't hang up," as she searched for and finally found something that was probably a shirt.


[For he whose room it iiiiiis, and probably post-radio.]