fandomtownies | The Fourth Dimension, Monday

Medusalith was relieved that all the students had returned to the island. For someone from a closed environment like Attilan, the notion that everyone could just take off for a while had been very odd indeed. It was nice, then, to be settling back into her regular schedule, which included that oh-so-human concept of 'a job.' She arranged everything appropriately in the gallery and settled behind the desk, avoiding cleaning. She was a princess, after all. Standards had to be maintained where possible, and she was sure she would have to clean something soon enough.

The gallery is open.