Rm 217, late Monday afternoon

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Johnny didn't have any classes till Thursday which meant he could totally take advantage of his free time.

So, sitting behind the cheap set of drums he purchased, he was banging away, actually sounding pretty good. And when he really got into it, he lit the drumsticks Reed made for him, on fire, and wasn't that so freaking awesome! Chad would be proud of his progress, Johnny thought.

The door was wide open.

[So is the post!]

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From across the hallway, a very heavy and large book came awkwardly sailing from the door of 218 through the door of 217, landing with a dull thud well short of Adah's intention to hopefully, maybe, through some chance of fate and switch in the wind, thwack the drummer (assumed to be the Modern Prometheus) in the head and get him to stop with all that racket. Honestly, he wasn't even that good. She had more books ready in case the first one went unnoticed and the noise did not desist, but, knowing full well that she couldn't throw to save her life, there was a bright yellow Post-It note on the book to communicate her unspoken message:

"The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be. --eap."

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Savannah was in a very cheerful mod when she came in from her karaoke class. She might even be humming.