Room 528, Saturday Night

[icecoldfrost]

Tomorrow was the move back to the cabins, so tonight Emma was packing. Music cranked up to eleven as she worked, swaying along with the beat as she tossed stuff into her duffel bag.

She still didn't have much, but her closet was a LOT fuller than it had been upon her arrival, and she was actually needing to chose between outfits.

A girl could get used to this.

[Open door, open post!]

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[icecoldfrost]

"Two words, darling, 'Sex Pollen,'" Emma quipped. "Flowers that made everyone into raving perverts. I never knew it was possible for a dorm to run out of cold water, but we managed it."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Oh, sure. Break her brain now.

"Really?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Really really," she answered, crossing her heart with her index finger. "By day three, I was ready to shake people."

Trying to get any restful sleep had been bloody impossible.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"That's horrible." On so, so many levels. "Does it happen a lot?"

[icecoldfrost]

"So far only the once, but I just started at the beginning of the summer," Emma replied. "Once, however, was more than enough. I was going out of my mind." Literally.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"I can imagine." Not that she'd say why. "Is there anything else I should worry about?"

[icecoldfrost]

"There's a crazy man in red spandex who seems to be in a position of authority, an insane midget teaches fashion, and there's no drinking age here, although that's more of a worry if you're on a budget," Emma said. "Although if you're Chuck's little sister, and he owns the bar, I can't imagine you'd pay for your own beverages."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"I don't drink, actually." Such a goody two-shoes. "But, I think I met the crazy guy on the bus here. He kept snickering at me."

[icecoldfrost]

"Don't tell me you're one of those people that's allergic to gluten products." Emma was aghast. "There's got to be alcohol you can drink without turning puffy, darling. Not everything is made from grains; rum, tequila, and wine should be safe."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"I mean--" Jean shook that off, deciding it really wasn't worth it. "Have you been here long?"

[icecoldfrost]

This one didn't have any bite to her, did she?

"In this room? Just the last few days - I used to be down on third, but apparently they decided that McCoy needed my company," she said. "But I came to the school about two months ago, with the last batch of miscreants and ne'er-do-wells."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Well, no. Not unless you kidnapped Scott or something.

At least she couldn't hear these wholesome thoughts?

"McCoy? She your roommate?"

[icecoldfrost]

"I would like to see you ask him that to his face," Emma laughed. "McCoy is most assuredly not female, he is my roommate."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean blushed slightly, but grinned anyway. "They have co-ed rooms? I don't think my parents looked into this place at all."

[icecoldfrost]

"Co-ed rooms, and some of those rooms have a private bath," Emma said, grinning wickedly. "Isn't it fantastic?"

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean shook her head quickly. "Sharing a bathroom back at the institute was bad enough."

[icecoldfrost]

"We're in a dorm, darling, you're either sharing a bathroom with one person, or duking it out for the shower with the best water pressure with the rest of the girls on the floor," she replied dryly. "Institute?"

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Oh! That's where I went before coming here," Jean replied. "My parents thought this place might be better for me."

And her safety.

Riiiight.

[icecoldfrost]

"What, are you some sort of gifted maths prodigy?" Emma scoffed. "I hate to tell you this, darling, but if your parents sent you here for the curriculum, they very much did not read the literature."

"We're a different sort of 'special' around here."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"I--I noticed with my roommate," Jean replied, looking to the bed to silently ask permission to sit.

[icecoldfrost]

"Who's your roommate?" she asked, moving to continue her packing. If Jean wanted to sit, she could sit. Emma wasn't going to stop her. "I'm guessing you got one of the more obviously 'gifted' children."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Elle." No, she didn't know to say which one. "She was--" Old habits die hard as she looked around as though someone was listening. "--making electricity on the ride here."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma wrinkled her nose. "Well that's tacky," she stated. "Electricity and car rides are a fantastic combination, really."

"You can stop looking around like that, you know. The damned radio squirrels find out everything anyway, and it's not like McCoy or I are stupid norms." He had space. Emma was going to be jealous for weeks.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Norms? Is everyone here different?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Almost everyone is maladjusted, time-tossed, emo, powered, mildly insane, and/or from alternative situations," Emma replied cheerily. "Pick a card, any card, as it were. The inmates are running the asylum."

The reaction, however, had tweaked her interest, and Emma reached out with just the barest brush to peek and -

- well now.

"Darling, it's rude to hide like that. How am I supposed to get any good gossip about you when you bar the door?"