[Bakura is walking with purpose right now. Towards a familiar place, of course. He wouldn't be walking towards an unfamiliar source with purpose, now, would he?

Hello Old Maid's room, knock knock. You have a visitor.]

[And while most have enjoyed a stellar and amazing Christmas, Wuffles (despite receiving gifts and spending time with all of his friends) has wandered off somewhere to be by himself. He's ended up by the window once again to look out at the snow, a melancholy expression on his face.]

[Walking with hurried steps is an Old Maid. He hasn't gone to pick up presents yet for his dear ones, and that's basically half the remaining residents of the DR at this point, so he's making the best of his remaining time to do so and filling up a shopping cart.]

[Guess what? There's a clown with a giant rubber ball rolling down the hall. Someone. Pop it. See what's inside?]

[So, Blossom is somewhat peacefully sleeping in some kind of painkiller induced sleep in public. There are pens on the floor near him.

His face or his cast. Choose wisely - you don't know when he'll wake up.]

[And in the lobby appears a young blond girl...only she doesn't look normal in the slightest, starting with the large cobra head on top of her own which has a mind of it's own, and her lower half trails into a snake's tail past her dress. She flicks her tongue slightly and looks around before she slides forward.]

Naja is lost...

Kurii Kuri Kuriii Kuri Kuriii Kuuuriii!!

[Time again for the Dressing Room's own WARBLING CHORUS CHOIR PRACTICE!]

[In a vacant corner of the lobby sits Mana with her staff. She is practicing her sizing spells that were recently re-taught to her by egyptianmage. So beware as you wander by, for something on your person or one of your belongings may shrink or grow unexpectedly.]

*Over here, Malik is walking along briskly, not looking too carefully where he's going.*

*That's why he's about to walk right into you. Collision imminent!?*

[And on a sofa lies Conchita, staring straight up at the roof in thought and lightly petting his obese cat that is resting comfortably on his stomach, purring like a buzzsaw.

He has a plate of something moudly with both human and cat-sized bites missing from it next to him on the floor, but other than that he doesn't seem to be doing much. Anyone want to bother him?]