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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[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Does she know that?"

[icecoldfrost]

"I told her to think about lobbing a softball underhand if she was trying to talk with someone; you don't need a giant wind-up to get a good result," Emma replied. "She doesn't mean to do it, I don't think, she just naturally projects everything."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean nodded slowly in understanding. It was kinda... nice to have someone her age who got these things.

"I can help--if you wanted."

[icecoldfrost]

"I think she's already working with Karla, maybe, or Ronan, but you could check," she mused. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind the help."

Emma? Deliberately misunderstand? Never.

"Congratulations, by the way. You've been dumped into the school filled with blonde female telepaths. We're like the Children of the Corn meet the Stepford Wives, only prettier and yet scarier."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"At least I'm a redhead," Jean joked. "I meant--" That probably wasn't going to work, Jean.

"If we worked together?"

Ever the girl scout.

[icecoldfrost]

"I'm doing fine," Emma managed pleasantly. "But thank you for the offer."

Like hell she was taking help from the moralizing girl scout, although this meant she should probably take Ronan up on those dinner and telepathy dates to sharpen her edge. No new girl was going to show her up.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Okay." Jean stood up, brushing her hair back behind her ear nervously. "I guess I'll see you around then?"