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5th Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon
Monday, May 30th, 2016 10:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soniaroadsqueenRingo remembered snatches from from the weekend. Bits of history that had never happened. Laughing during a TV interview, staring in horror at the television as she realized what was coming, her sister's funeral. She also remembered Dante, really relaxed, without that weird tension of his. And she remembered Kathy.
She knew it was silly, but once that memory hit Ringo sprinted out into the hall and to the room next door. The one that school hadn't assigned to anyone for the summer. She burst in without knocking hoping that, well, she wasn't sure what. Maybe that her senpai would be there. Or that the older version of her hadn't left yet and she could get in a last hug.
But, of course, the room still stood empty.
Ringo wasn't really prepared to deal with that today, so she'd returned to her room long enough to get parts and tools, and then she'd set up in the common room.
So now she was sitting on the floor in the corner with a pair of headphones on, one side pulled back off her ear so she'd hear anyone wander in. The headphones were plugged into a box the size of two or three laptops stacked on top of each other, and she kept hitting buttons on the surface of it and listening intently for a few seconds before picking up the ATs in front of her and swapping out a part, or adjusting a fitting. Self-Tuning wasn't nearly as good as Tuning with someone, but it still required a lot of concentration. Which meant that Ringo didn't dwell on the weekend.
Maybe, over the next day or two, the sharp-edged immediacy of who she'd seen, who she'd been, would fade away. For now, she could just lose herself in a comfortable old task.
And take the occasional break to eat a bunch of snacks.
[ooc: Open, of course!]
She knew it was silly, but once that memory hit Ringo sprinted out into the hall and to the room next door. The one that school hadn't assigned to anyone for the summer. She burst in without knocking hoping that, well, she wasn't sure what. Maybe that her senpai would be there. Or that the older version of her hadn't left yet and she could get in a last hug.
But, of course, the room still stood empty.
Ringo wasn't really prepared to deal with that today, so she'd returned to her room long enough to get parts and tools, and then she'd set up in the common room.
So now she was sitting on the floor in the corner with a pair of headphones on, one side pulled back off her ear so she'd hear anyone wander in. The headphones were plugged into a box the size of two or three laptops stacked on top of each other, and she kept hitting buttons on the surface of it and listening intently for a few seconds before picking up the ATs in front of her and swapping out a part, or adjusting a fitting. Self-Tuning wasn't nearly as good as Tuning with someone, but it still required a lot of concentration. Which meant that Ringo didn't dwell on the weekend.
Maybe, over the next day or two, the sharp-edged immediacy of who she'd seen, who she'd been, would fade away. For now, she could just lose herself in a comfortable old task.
And take the occasional break to eat a bunch of snacks.
[ooc: Open, of course!]