[ The door is heavy, metal, opened by spinning a wheel in the center until the lock clunks open. ]
Come in! [ This is shouted, so as to be heard through the thickness of the wall. Racetrack is in sweatpants and a zippered sweatshirt, nothing but a sports bra underneath. She barely wears anything but sports bras these days. Seems that caution dies hard.
When Mal walks in, there's going to be a baseball sailing straight at her, thrown from the far side of the room, across the table that's set out in the middle of the room, between three walls of bunks.
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Come in! [ This is shouted, so as to be heard through the thickness of the wall. Racetrack is in sweatpants and a zippered sweatshirt, nothing but a sports bra underneath. She barely wears anything but sports bras these days. Seems that caution dies hard.
When Mal walks in, there's going to be a baseball sailing straight at her, thrown from the far side of the room, across the table that's set out in the middle of the room, between three walls of bunks.