sixteen detention slips

[delincuente]

So didn't this place used to have, like, ten more floors? What ever happened to those?

[Alex is currently in the dining room, with her feet kicked up on the table, a fashion magazine open in her lap, and a bag of marshmallows in front of her. Feel free to chastise her for getting sneaker germs everywhere - or for eating her weight in sugar this close to midnight.]

I leave you guys alone for, like, three months and you totally rearrange the place. Typical.

[A short pause, and then a thoughtful hum.]

Huh, I guess this week makes a year since I got dropped off here for the first time. Kind of feels like a lot longer with that whole Paris crap. [Her voice raises, like she's trying to be overheard.] Anytime you want to toss me back to New York, that'd be great.

((ooc: open post!))

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[delincuente]

I was in one of the towers. [If the mun remembers correctly.] Ugh, it was a pain to get up there, but hey - the railings were great for sliding.