6:47 AM, Saturday morning.

[deathpositive]

[Call to Noah:] (Zinnia screams at the top of her lungs the second Noah picks up the phone.)

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ZINNIA & NOAH'S PHONE CALL

[deathpositive]

ZINNIA & NOAH'S PHONE CALL

[strikings]

"Oh my fuck." Noah yanks his phone away from his ear, which does almost nothing to help. She's going to crack the Gorilla Glass. He thumbs the speakerphone button when the screaming stops, roommates be damned. "Darling... that is not what I meant when I asked you to wake me up for class."

ZINNIA & NOAH'S PHONE CALL

[deathpositive]

"Like anything else would have worked." Zinnia tosses her unbrushed hair over her shoulder, holding the phone to her ear. If her roommates are stirring, she's ignoring them. "Get dressed, dummy."

ZINNIA & NOAH'S PHONE CALL

[strikings]

"Uuuugh," Noah whines, doing his best to sound pitiable. "I am hellishly hungover. Steal a Gatorade from the fridge for me?"

ZINNIA & NOAH'S PHONE CALL BYSTANDER

[survivalof]

Marty murmurs something something bullshit and pulls the blankets over his head.

SOPH COINS GIRLS

[deathpositive]

She scream.

SOPH COINS GIRLS

[exgrifter]

"Red, I swear to shit," comes a muffled voice from Tal's bed. "You better be getting fuckin' murdered out there."

SOPH COINS GIRLS

[unremittent]

"Well. Too late to help her now," Petra replies into her pillow.

OOC 💀 DISCUSSION

[deathpositive]

Bad roommate.