You wake up - stretch - and look outside. It's a beautiful day; summer was at its end, and the weather had cooled down enough to be comfortable without being chilly. You look through your window and even though you can't see the sun, there's not a cloud in the sky.<br/><br/>A quick glance at your alarm clock reveals that you've roused yourself a few minutes before your alarm is set to go off; you figure you may as well make the most of it and get ready for your first class of the day, overcome with an unusual urge for productivity. You gather the necessary supplies - just a few books, any necessary homework already finished and stuck between pertinent pages, and go to get dressed. Your dorm-mate is absent; she had left for home yesterday, taking advantage of her lack of Friday classes to go visit with family, allowing you the luxury of sleeping naked. Once your books are in order, you go to get dressed - your bra, your favorite shirt, your shoes and socks - that's when the alarm buzzes, startling you, the thing is obnoxious even when you<em>aren't</em>asleep. Grumbling, you wander over to it and slam your hand down on it, muting it. The silence is reward enough on its own - you feel accomplished, as if you'd stuck it to the damn thing, showed it who was boss. Ready to go, you pick up your books and head out the door, hearing it lock shut behind you.<br/><br/>Out in the corridor, you see a few ladders set up, and most of the overhead lights have been shut off, some of the ceiling tiles missing - either shoved aside into the ceiling, or stacked up against a wall. There was going to be some heavy maintenance today, and - although you didn't see them at the moment - the janetorial staff would have knocked on your door and woken you up anyway in about an hour's time. The dorm would be locked down for about five hours - but that was okay, class would last about an hour and then you could just lounge around the quad for the rest of that time. Either way, once you left the building there would be no getting in until these guys were finished.<br/><br/>You head down the stairs - you live on the top floor of the dorm - and a few seconds later you're on the ground floor. The stairwell isn't insulated, it's really cold in here - colder than it ought to have been, but you can't really tell why. You emerge from the stairwell, and there's the door leading into the dorm - it's the kind that requires a key card to unlock, and you always keep yours in your wallet. You push the door open, the metal bar cool against your hand - step outside - and there, the quad laid out before you. You can see students milling/lazing about, nothing unusual. They're all pretty far away, so you don't really attract anybody's attention. You let the door swing shut behind you -<br/><br/>- and feel the backdraft against your legs.<br/><br/>You realize something is wrong - taking a deep breath, you crane your head down and realize - startled by the alarm - you'd left the dorm without anything on between your waist and your ankles. Your shirt isn't long enough to cover your pussy - anybody could see it,<em>anybody</em>, and - and, shit, without pants, you have no wallet, and no wallet means no key card, and no key card means...<br/><br/>You're stuck out here.<br/><br/>Thoughts buzz through your head as you try to figure out<em>how</em>you'd managed this miraculous feat of stupidity, and through that haze a few options come to mind and, bold as they may be, you can't help but entertain them. If you're feeling daring, you can just go with the flow and HEAD TO CLASS, but part of you wants to panic, and it might be prudent to FIND A PLACE TO HIDE.<br/><br/>What will you do, and how do you react to this startling revelation?