Room 402, Thursday Evening

Vider was returning from a trip to the 'salle,' as it was apparently called here, when she opened the door to her room and something small and green, wearing a party hat, scampered out.

She immediately did the only sensible thing and clambered on top of her desk chair, casting a wary look around. "THIS BUILDING IS INFESTED WITH TROLLS?!" What was wrong with these people?

((I had to. Open door, open post.))