Room 528, Early Monday Afternoon

[icecoldfrost]

Half the room seemed rather desolate, much like some empty spaces in Emma's mind; where the thoughts of her friends usually thrummed quietly as they went about their business on the island.

She'd skipped the welcome picnic for a spa treatment and massage, and today was packing up most of her winter clothes and some books to drop-off with Hank. She wasn't going to be needing them before school started, unless the island decided to do Christmas in July, and it was something to do that was productive with her hands. And it made the room seem not so gloomy

Things were getting tossed into one of three piles; donate, keep, or store, as Emma used Triela's old bed for sorting. And if she was humming along to the radio - which she had turned up rather loudly - well, people were just going to have to deal.

[OOC: Door and post open!]

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[icecoldfrost]

"No, I've got a job and they're letting me TA again and mold impressionable young minds," Emma replied, tossing a bunch of clothes into the 'donate' pile. "This is spring cleaning, and an excuse to go shopping."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"What's the point of clearing out if you can't fill up the gaps you made?" Effy commented, a little smirk tugging at her lips.

[icecoldfrost]

"Exactly," Emma confirmed, pulling out a scanty, spangly top and considering it before putting it back in her closet. "I'm feeling a desperate need to spoil myself with pretty things, so why not make more space? I'm half-convinced that shopping could solve the problems of the world."

Well, not really, but it helped Emma repress her problems.

"So where have you been? I haven't sensed you slipping about the dorms lately. I thought you ran off and abandoned me to the freshmen."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I... went back to England for a bit," she answered. "A bit longer there than I'd figured." A week here, more like a month in Bristol.

"Apparently being a mental-case isn't too healthy." If she was going to admit to something, might as well stick to the bluntest self-deprecating words she could find.

[icecoldfrost]

"I still have large blank-spots in my memory from the last time I went off the deep-end," Emma said, equally bluntly. "Whenever it happens, it appears to be unhealthy for everyone involved."

"But are you feeling better?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy's nod was only a little hesitant. "Yeah. Way better," she confirmed. "Supposed to be going all straight edge, though." Which was less fun. "No being a bad influence."

[icecoldfrost]

"That sucks," she replied. "But I'm rather sure you can conjure up plenty of trouble and be a bad influence regardless."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"On who? Everyone's sodded off home as far as I can tell." It felt that way, at least.

"Don't think you need my bad influences." There was new people, but-- ugh, getting to know new people. She'd always been shit at that. Old antisocial habits were tough to break.