Room 528, Weds Morning

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was awoken this morning by other people's thoughts.

This, in and of itself, wasn't unusual. Emma was usually woken at least two or three times a night by leakage from the rest of the dorm; bad dreams, loud 'activities', unholy perky people, that sort of thing.

But this was loud. It wasn't just one or two people bouncing around like squirrels on pop-rocks in the morning. No, this was much, much bigger.

And it felt very very familiar in tone. Disturbingly familiar.

Oh hell.

Emma was just going to stay under the blankets all day, if she could get away with it. Possibly kill a particular minion with the power of her brain if she got close enough. What good was it having an underling that 'knew stuff' if she wasn't going to be useful?


[Closed door, open post! SP warning in effect, as I teach three times today.]

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[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

She was a cove. She wasn't sure what that meant, but she'd no idea how to add this experience to her report. Twas best to avoid it for now and she wondered if other gixies'd be experiencing the same as her and Hayley.

Emma was the first person she thought off which'd be why there was a knock on the door that morning.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was being complete amoral when it came to her powers today, reaching out to check who it was before even answering.

< Beka, darling, I'm afraid I'm a bit male at the moment, > she sent, wincing at how even her mental tone sounded like a guy. < If I open the door, I do not want any screaming or flailing about. >

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

The voice caught her off guard for an instant and that answered her question. She nodded. "Just don't scream back," she answered, both out loud and in her head.

This should be interesting, Pounce commented and she'd not even realized the cat had followed her.

[icecoldfrost]

< Right then. > A moment later, and Emma was at the door. In pants that fit, now, thanks to Francine, but still shirtless. She was going to take her amusement where she could get it.

"Well now, aren't we the pretty pair?"

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

Emma was pretty, that was certain and Beka stared at her before she remembered to speak. "More manly than I remembered," she mumbled.

She wasn't shirtless despite the icon, but she was back in her tunics. The fitted much better than the clothes she'd both with Emma.

[icecoldfrost]

"I heard a rumor that Layla's got boxes of men's clothing down on first," she replied, looking her Little Sibling over. The tunic was understandable, given the circumstances, but still a shame since Beka was adorable as a boy, too. "Francine is playing Pants Fairy, which is how I got mine."

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

Beka nodded and she shouldn't be distracted by the lack of shirt.

"These seem to work for me," she said, plucking at her tunic. "The difference isn't too bad." She paused. "My roommate went out dressed in pink." Because that needed to be shared.

[icecoldfrost]

"Pink? I assume you mean as a boy?" Emma asked, gesturing for Beka to come in as she wandered back to flop onto her bed. "An all-pink ensemble only works on drag queens and children under three. What possessed her?"

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

Beka nodded and shrugged a shoulder, her eyes skimming over the room as she entered and closed the door once more behind her. "She said she was enjoying being a cove, so it didn't seem that important."

[icecoldfrost]

"Who's your roommate again? I forget, if I ever knew," Emma admitted. "Sometimes I'm not a very good sister. Brother. Sibling. Ugh."