author: A Guest Visitor
You look down in amazement at the miniature scale, fiddling with the calibration buttons ever so gingerly out of fear of destroying the scale. Looking at how efficiently and easily the scale was diminished, you begin to have second thoughts about being in posession of such a potent device. As you weigh the merits of keeping the device versus the negative issues of having such a device, you are started by the door being thrown open, and loudy clumsy footsteps. You jump and instinctively hide the ray gun beneath a pile of file folders before quickly turning around, your face flush, palms sweating at the realization of possibly getting caught.
"Hey Scott!" calls out your classmate Marcy as she stumbles through the door, carrying a water bottle. You scan her 5'11" frame, noticing that the redhead is wearing a purple patterned tank top, khaki cargo pants and black flip flops. She is followed through the door by a friend, someone you haven't met before. Her friend has brown eyes and brown hair, a few inches shorter, and is wearing a logo t-shirt, jeans, and blue flipflops. She is also carrying a bottle, and acidnetally bumps into Marcy, causing both girls to giggle. Obviously, they've been partying somewhere.
You start to feel more at ease, but are still on edge. "How did you get in here?" you ask defensively.
Marcy smiles, reaches in to her pocket and pulls out her dining hall card, holding it in her long slender fingers, the pale metallic pink plosh on her nails glimmering in the light. She extends the card toward you to see as she sips from the water bottle.
"I've found that the magnetic stripe on the back of this will open anything," she says putting the card back in her pocket. "Tara and I were headed to a party at North Campus, and decided to use one of the bathrooms here. Now we're just poking around to see what's here. I have no idea what's in this place, it's all too technical for me..." Marcy takes another drink from the water bottle.
"So what are *you* doing here?" she asks handing you her water bottle, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly, punctuating her question by gently flexing her toes.
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