Room 512, Thursday Afternoon

[doesnotkneel]

Edward had barely cobbled together what had happened last week. The vast array of strange messages he had received yesterday had distracted him from that pursuit, however, and now it had largely fled his mind. Strange men came to Fandom, and did strange things, and that was apparently the way of the island.

So far, that made it a decent trade, at least for him.

Come Thursday afternoon, all concerns forgotten, he was back to his usual: sitting on his bed, practicing his reading while he chewed idly on a piece of bread he'd absconded with from the common room. His grasp of the letters was nearly so that he thought he could get a job on the island, which would greatly improve his fortunes. At the moment, though, it was all reading about naval battles and ships.

Not boats. Ships.

[[ door open, post open! ]]

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[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle knew she should probably have done this sooner. But she also knew she'd had a lot to try and heal from, herself, lately. And that she was generally no good at making amends to begin with. She hadn't had a lot of practice.

But here she was, showing up in a doorway with something in a brown paper bag with her.

"Hello."

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

After a certain bizarre phone call yesterday, Hanna felt like she should check in with a couple people today. One, whose voice she'd recognized.

She poked her head around the door frame. "Edward?"