Inside Department 7, 8:15-10:48 Samuel Keme, Kitchen, personal quarters
He followed his nose back to the kitchen noting as he got closer that there were a couple of kitchen staff left and resumed his human shape, putting on his breechclout in a few practiced movements. He asked for a steak and a baked potato with chives, sour cream, bacon and butter to go, if they had any of that handy, otherwise whatever leftovers they were trying to get rid of would be fine. He took the order they prepared him and and made his way back to his room, ate, curled up in the middle of the floor and took a nap.
He woke up at twenty after ten and decided to take care of his room properly. He dug out a few meager supplies and began a smudging ceremony to cleanse his room. He had just gotten the process underway when the speakers in the hall blared out the announcement of the DDR competition. He made a mental note that speakers in the hall suck, ignored the announcement for the moment and finished up the short ceremony. Once that was done, he made a mental list of things he would need to start working on his room, bundled up his ID card and breechclout, shifted and made his way towards the common areas.