*sigh* Drama.

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River watches oatmanspatient storm away down the second-floor corridor. She gives it a good fifteen seconds, then comments, "Well. That was overly dramatic." She looks up and down the corridor, arms crossed over her chest. "Everyone alright?"

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[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. Been sorta busy, anyway. He was just so LOUD. What's his issue?

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

Last night, he got drunk and I helped him back up to his room. He called me Debbie, for some reason... so I looked, and found out who Debbie was. And then I told him the truth (http://www.livejournal.com/users/oatmanspatient/673.html?thread=929#t929). *shrugs* I guess he didn't want to hear that.

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Huh. It's so strange that you can do that. But sorta cool. And not many people really want to hear the truth, do they? It's too much for them to take sometimes.

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River shrugs one shoulder noncommitally, thinking of jayne_serenity's reaction when they were back on Ariel. "Sometimes. Sometimes no matter how you put it, they just aren't interested in discarding the illusions they've clung to."

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Joan nods, remembering the past. "I can't say I blame them all the time. It's easier not to know occasionally." She shakes her head and then looks at River, "How can you stand knowing all the time?"

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"I don't anymore, not always." She purses her lips, then goes on. "When I first... got free... I couldn't control it. I felt everything, and it was like a raging torrent that I was always on the verge of drowning in."

River's brow furrows as she attempts to explain. "And sometimes it's still like that. But mostly, nowadays, I have better control over it. It's not a torrent of noise and emotion anymore, more like... standing by a stream with a bucket, that you can dip into the water if you need to." She rubs her forehead distractedly. "But there are moments when it can't be helped, and some people think more loudly than others."

She smiles faintly, and gestures across the corridor. "Lee's a loud thinker, for example. And most people's thoughts are noisier when they're drunk."

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Joan shudders as River describes it, feeling a blast of sympathy. "That would suck. But at least you can control it now."

She pauses, looking thoughtful, and then says, "Am I a loud thinker? And hey, what does Lee think? Anything fun?" She raises her eyebrows playfully.

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River tilts her head and looks at Joan curiously. "No. You're pretty quiet, right now at least. As for Lee..." She rolls her eyes. "Well, if you ever hear a loud thump in the corridor, that's me bouncing a racquetball off his door to distract him from thinking about Kara. Or Crichton." She sighs, gritting her teeth. "Or whoever else is on his mind today."

She flushes, running a hand caressingly past her lips and over her ear. "Let's just say that Lee thinking about that can be... more than a little distracting (http://www.livejournal.com/users/leeadama/1474.html?thread=10946#t10946), if you get my drift."

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Joan nods empathetically. "GOOD. It's weird to think of someone reading my thoughts all the time." She smiles at the idea of River bouncing a racquetball off of Lee's door. "Lee's got it so bad for her, it's - well, actually it is funny."

"Wow." She makes a face. "That has got to suck."

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River grins. "I just told him to think about linoleum. Or daisies. Or even some old drunk who's a friend of his dad's, named Saul Tigh."

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Joan snickers. "Does that really work? Wow. Maybe teenaged guys have some hope left in them after all. Most of the guys at my school can't stop thinking about stuff like that for anything."

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River nods sympathetically. "Fortunately, most people aren't quite like Lee in that respect. I'm just glad I'm not bunking down anywhere near jayne_serenity. Although..." She winces suddenly and clutches at her head, her features going pale. "Oh no. Lee went and got drunk (http://www.livejournal.com/users/leeadama/1960.html?view=69800)."

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Joan tried to stifle a laugh and failed. "He did. He really did. Hours ago. It was amusing, and I'm probably a very bad person for thinking so."

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"But now he's coming back near me. Oh gods, gods, how am I going to get any sleep tonight?" River starts pacing back and forth, murmuring to herself. "I could -- no, I couldn't. I don't know how to --"

A look of surprise, and then distaste, crosses her features. "Wait." She whirls towards Joan. "Do you know where Parker is? I need to find out how to do something, and I don't have the time to have to be diplomatic about it."

She nibbles at her lip. "It's either that, or sleeping down in the common room. And I heard bad things about gremlins."

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Joan makes a face, shaking her head. "I have no idea at all where Parker is. What do you want to find out? Maybe someone else here could help."

She shrugs, quickly. "Hasn't everyone heard about the gremlines? They're kinda cute when they're stone, though. I have one on my dresser right now."

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"I, I don't know," River mutters. "Chianna, maybe. Or Vala. I don't know anyone else who might." She turns a searching gaze on Joan. "Not you. You're still like me. Still pure."

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Joan blinks slowly, looking startled. "Yeah, I'm still pure. I guess. Do you mean a virgin? What do you want them for?" She looks concerned.

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"He's drunk. Just telling him won't work now." River frowns, with a determined look on her face. "Need to distract him, somehow. Get his mind on something that won't fill my head with emotions and desires and -- gods, so many images."

"It's that, or hit him over the head and knock him out cold." She turns back towards Joan, desperation in her eyes. "I don't want to hurt him."

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Joan reaches over to put a hand of River's shoulder, looking worried. "I vote for knocking him out, I think. He might not remember it out in the morning. What is your other option?"

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"I thought --" River breaks off, blushing furiously, then continues in a low tone of voice. "I thought if I could look in Parker's head, see how to touch him and how to satisfy him, without getting out of my own clothes... it'd drive all those other pictures from his head. Tongue and lips and fingers, touching, licking, urging, caressing --"

She shakes her head furiously, as if trying to shake a hornet out of her hair. Anxiety widens her eyes, emotions writ on her face plainer with each second. "Gods. The things he's thinking of are already filling up my head, making me want that."

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Joan blushes too, looking unnerved. "If that's the case, I'd suggest knocking him out. Definitely. Then tell him off tomorrow, when he's sober and easier to talk to. Or at least go and tell him to shut up. Who knows, maybe he's less excitable now."

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"Right. You're right." River breathes in deeply, then lets out the air in a shaky sigh. "Telling him now won't make any difference, I think. So we have to make him unconscious." She looks at Joan desperately. Almost without noticing, she lets one hand reach out as though to caress the other girl's cheek -- then, seeing what she's doing, yanks the hand back as though burned. "But how?"

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Joan takes a step back, her eyes going wide. "I don't know - is he still in his room? The door was unlocked the last time I was in there, and he probably didn't think to lock it. Sneak in there and see."

(ooc: I hate to do this now, but I have to sleeep. It's almost three in the morning here and I've got to be up at seven. Yay for addictive RPGs.)

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

[ OOC: I hear ya. I was just thinking much the same. I gotta be up early too. :) We shall continue the angsty sexual drama anon! *grin* ]

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

(OOC: So basically mornings suck, right? *g* And we shall definitely continue this another time, hopefully when I'm not trying to collapse on my keyboard.)

[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

Harry pauses by her. He'd been walking through the dorms but had stopped to observe the spectacle.

"Other than being mostly deaf from the racket. Fine. What was he angry about anyway?"

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

I'll have to find out. By talking to him. Which could be a bit more trouble than it's worth, but... *shrug*

[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

Seems like he's got a lot of stored up rage in there.

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

Everyone has some repressed anger buried, somewhere deep inside.

[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

*coughs*

Um. Yeah. I can't argue with that.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

He better watch it. He crosses me again and he won't live much longer.

[swerval_zero]

'M not happy, but I'm fine. Bastard. Of all the globbering squall.

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH, who was watching from a distance, places a hand on River's shoulder*

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

Er, yes. We are. She pauses for a moment, then thinks in Death's direction. You can hear me like this, can't you?

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*Heard only by River*

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Oh crap. I've pissed off death.]

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

(OOC:*giggles*)

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

[chasingangela]

Angela has already crossed her arms over her chest and stomped toward the staircase, and barely takes time to toss "Yeah" over her shoulder in River's general direction.