[There's a gasp from the entrance to Longacre's dorm. Then, a shout.]
Ow! What the-?!
[Cassandra grips tightly the knuckles of her left hand. The mannequin set to stand guard at their door has fallen with a great clattering. It lies on the floor, a victim of assault, but seemingly no worse for ware than it was before.
She glances about, scanning for the perpetrator. This had to be a joke.]
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Ow! What the-?!
[Cassandra grips tightly the knuckles of her left hand. The mannequin set to stand guard at their door has fallen with a great clattering. It lies on the floor, a victim of assault, but seemingly no worse for ware than it was before.
She glances about, scanning for the perpetrator. This had to be a joke.]