well this is a depressing excuse for a party

[onthebusagain]

[Mid-day on Sunday, Heather goes around and slips notes under dressing room doors.

If you don't want to be alone today, there will be snacks and people in the Ballroom today

--Heather

She's even dotted every i with a little heart! How cute.

The dining hall is a way better location for a party (or whatever this is) with its close proximity to the kitchen, and more intimate space- but Heather doesn't want to be anywhere near that place. Not for a while, at least. True to her word, Heather's brought snacks- finger sandwiches, a few bags of chips, and a big pitcher of lemonade. There isn't much else set up, but the piano is still there, should anyone want to play.]

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[rockthistown]

We were talking about doing it, anyway! To find the address. But all he has in that office of his is a whole lot of nothing, and he's always there.

[onthebusagain]

I still think he must be lonely.

[rockthistown]

No kidding. His life must suck in there even more than ours.

[onthebusagain]

At least we, like, have each other. Everyone's getting closer.

[rockthistown]

You're right! We'll get out of here with that. Having a lot of friends really is hope-inspiring!