room 216 ; saturday afternoon

Sam wasn't sure if he'd ever get used to the fact that it was mid May and felt like it was January outside. It'd been chilly ever since he'd arrived but today was just downright cold. That made for a convenient enough excuse to stay inside so that's what Sam was planning on doing. He'd called home and talked to Frank for a few minutes earlier. Frank had provided updates on Ramon (the were-bear exposure had taken him awhile to recover from but he seemed to be doing okay) and Brid (still hot, still completely out of Frank's league) and Sam had told him a little about the school here.

Once the phone call ended, Sam went about doing something he'd been meaning to do since moving in. He slowly unpacked his record player and settled it carefully on his desk. This should have been one of the first things he'd done but he'd forgotten. He'd almost left the record player in Seattle but then images of Frank smearing mustard and ketchup or god knows what else on it had popped into his head and he'd hastily packed it up.

Shaking those horrific images out of his head, Sam put on one of his favorite records and turned it up. It was nice to be doing something familiar in a place where he was still new. He half expected Brooke or Ashley to pop up and insult his music but the spirits were quiet. Sam sighed and stood up so he could start unpacking the rest of his things. Slacker meant slow. He'd get there at some point.

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