Oct. 8th, 2021

lone_horse: (jacket: checking my messages)
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There can't be knocking on the door.

There absolutely shouldn't be anyone here. No one should survive making their way up the mountain most days. In this storm? It's impossible. Im. possible.

And yet, there it is, a knocking on Pagan Min's door, loud enough to be heard over the howling of the wind and the swirling of the snow.
questionsonly: (grinnny)
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The Harvard/MIT shared retreat had gone well enough. So well, in fact, that Warren James Kepler, who had gone without egg in his ramen for three months to pay for this stupid goddamn trip, wasn't about to leave early when everyone else did given the storm rolling in. As far as he's concerned, he knows how to manage a snow storm (growing up in Chicago had it's benefits) and he knows how to make due, so even if he gets stuck here, that just means he has a longer vacation than he'd paid for. Which is a good thing. Plus, he gets the whole place to himself!

...at least he'd thought so before he realized that there was one of the MIT guys still passed out in their bunks.

"So... did you want breakfast, hot stuff?"

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