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10:30 AM: Austin awakes in a pod, finds his way to the Cove, and emerges with a new weapon.

11:45 AM: In the dorms, in the basement, Austin surveys the wreck of a room that is apparently his and decides he doesn't feel up to dealing with it -- not today, anyway.

12:15 PM: In the cafeteria, Austin stands in line waiting for something to be piled on his plate. He is hungry enough that he might actually eat whatever it is.

1:30 PM: Curiously, Austin decides to explore the island and see if there's anything worth doing.

3:00 PM: A raid on the laundry room comes up with clean sheets, at least, to replace the somewhat mildew-y ones that had been in his room. They're not what he'd choose if he had the option, but...

5:00 PM: He finally returns to the dorm and finds his new coat and scarf, which are actually....acceptable.

7:00 PM: Toast for dinner, in the cafeteria. Just toast. He'll have to find better soon.

9:00 PM: Walking on the beach, fussing with his new phone, trying to find out if he can get reception to the outside world or only this internal twitter.

11:00 PM: Sitting on a hill not too far from Life labs, watching as people go by.

1:00 AM: Trying to sleep, and watching the horrible stain on one wall as he listens to neighbors move around. Austin is almost certain that it's growing before his eyes.

5:00 pm - Dorm

Harper was shuffling things around her room, it was dreary but at least lacked holes covered with various textbooks. The bed was debatable, and she was going to need to wash the sheets a few times to get what she only hoped were stains out.

Her new coat and scarf were already on when she heard some noise from the neighbor next to her. Leaving she skipped down the hallway and knocked.

3:00 pm - Laundry Room

Austin had a narrow-eyed, unamused sort of squint right now: the prescription in his glasses not quite right, turning strangers into faint blurs of color. This one looked like a wreck even as he brought him better into focus, a frown tugging down on the corners of his mouth.

"...hello." He didn't sound sure about it, though. And he peered into the driers and the corners in search, humming in satisfaction as he found one that wasn't quite done but was close enough. He opened the door to poke around and made an even more pleased sound as he came up with a set of sheets.

Everything else -- he shoved back in. But the sheets he started to bundle up.

3:00 pm - laundry room

The timer on her phone hadn't gone off yet, but it was close enough that Gretchen had simply headed over to the laundry room early. She had an apple in one hand, was taking a large bite as she entered the room, and her phone in the other, attention directed down at it as she chewed.

Voices were what had her lifting her gaze, and she tucked the phone away into the back pockets of her shorts as she smiled at the two men already there. "Howdy," was her friendly greeting, though the smile faded a touch as she realized which drying the blonde was standing beside, sheets bundled under an arm, the rest of her laundry being shoved back in.

"Um." The hand with the apple came up, pointing between him and the dryer. "Mighta been a mistake, but you've got my sheets." She was willing to believe it was a mistake, or at least willing to let this go if he gave the sheets back.

3:00 PM - Laundry Room

His smile widened, and he thought about striking up a conversation, because why not?, when another arrival joined them in the laundry room. His attention went straight to her, and he nodded his head. "Ah, hello! It is---" He stopped, and blinked, gaze following where the woman was pointing.

Hrm. Slightly awkward. Tommy went back to digging his own laundry out of the dryer, letting the other two work it out between them. He was slightly relieved to hear the other man admit to it being a mistake. It seemed that it was just a simple misunderstanding!

With his dried clothes completely unloaded into the garbage bag, Tommy straightened, and glanced towards the other man, about to say goodbye when he noticed something strange about the sheets he had just removed from another dryer.

"Ummmm," his brow furrowed into a concerned frown. "Are you sure you do not want to let them finish drying, first?"

Seemed sort of silly to take them out early.

3:00 pm - laundry room

"No, I think this'll do." This time, Austin was taking off rather quickly, wet sheets bundled under his arm and a hand raised in a brief wave. After all, he didn't want to get caught by someone else complaining that he'd stolen his sheets.

And he certainly wasn't going to use the ones on his bed now.

5:00 pm – Dorm

"...twitter, here?" Austin's eyes raked over Harper, assessing -- determining value, and how important it was to be nice to the girl, and deciding to at least pretend to be polite. For a while. He tugged on his cuff one more time and then settled hands into the pocket of his coat, turning to face her.

"I didn't even know we had twitter."

5:01 pm - Dorm

Austin made a faint noise and fished out his phone -- something he'd checked but briefly, had determined didn't get the real life, not his instagram account nor his own twitter, couldn't connected to his gmail or his Facebook or anything else that really mattered. Beyond that, he'd let it go. Now he frowned at it again.

"But it's not really twitter, is it, Harper Harper Caine." He looked up at her again, tone arch, teasing. "I mean, no one's going to be DMing me with n***s. What's the point?"