fandomhighdorms | Floor 2 common room

Slightly bored and still unable to sleep, Archie wanders up to the second floor and into the common room. Noticing Cally, he stops and bows slightly. "Hello."

::Looks up from her book, wonders who put a wig on Lee::

Hey, couldn't sleep either?

[OOC: Hee!]

I haven't slept well since I arrived here, I'm afraid.

::shuts her book::

If you can stand the headache and other consequences, getting smashingly drunk does wonders for sleep. I slept until five today after that... hence my not-so-sudden insomnia.

::holds out her hand, and stands up::

Hi, I'm Cally.

*takes Cally's hand and shakes it*

Archie Kennedy. Pleased to meet you.

*pulls out a small leather flask of rum from inside his shirt with a grin* Yes, I rather anticipated there would be a need for some of this. Care for some?

::because Cally is currently a slave to peer pressure, she takes the offered flask and takes a swig, then hands it back::

::bug eyes a little, then squints::

Wow. That's, pretty good, actually. ::slumps down on a couch:: But I gotta be sure to keep the drinking under control tonight. Joan'll kill me if I crawl into bed with her again.

Roomates, gotta love 'em, you know?

*laughs* When you live for months at sea and the only drinking water you have ends up brackish and full of algae, it calls for some strong liquor to make it bearable. A mouthful or two ought to be enough.

*raises an eyebrow* You crawled in bed with your roommate? I hope she didn't take that too amiss.

::Huh, she thinks, Not a pilot, but a sailor. I wonder if thats actually any better::

Well, turns out she had a strange night too, so it didn't become an issue until she woke up...

That was an... interesting conversation. Thankfully I still had all my clothes on, so it wasn't as awkward as it could've been. ::laughs::

Good to hear, I suppose. It's a bit early in the term for living situations to get too awkward.

*gulps down a mouthful of the rum and gestures at Cally's book* Homework, or pleasure?

::holds up her book, it is "Night Shift" by Stephen King::

This? Just a trashy novel a friend from back home gave me as a going away present. Socinus really knew my reading habits, ::sad, homesick smile::

What do you do around here for fun?

Not much yet. Though there was the incident with the sweet potatoes the other day.

I believe I may attempt sleep now. Care for any more rum before I go? *holds out the flask*

[OOC: Sleepy mun can't keep eyes open any more. Sigh.]

No... I think I think I've had enough for tonight. Thanks for atleast helping me pass the time. Archie, right?

[ooc: don't worry... I have reports River might be showing up. It'll be... interesting.]

For once, sitting in her room, River's not particularly distracted by anything. She's established the hack on the email server. Lee Adama, across the hall, is apparently either not thinking whatever sweaty naked thoughts usually seem to occupy his mind, or has already dozed off for the night. And the mysterious and moderately creepy gifts Angelus had been leaving are no longer making any appearances.

River sighs, stretching arms high above her head and feeling vertebrae crackle as tension releases in her back. I wonder who's in the common room, this time of night?

She gets up, slides her feet into her lined slippers, and pads away down the hall. There's only a few people in the common room at this hour, but... "Hey Cally," she calls out. "How are you doing?"

::slouching on the couch, looks up from her book at the mention of her name::

Oh gosh. ::bites her lower lip and looks concerned::

I should know your name. I recognise your face, and I have vague recollections of you being helpful, but... you must've helped me out this morning, right? ::continues to chew on her lip::

Forgive me for not remembering?

"Oh, it's no problem," River reassures her. "I'm River. I'm down in 217. We met last night, when there was the confusion about Lee's door?" She tilts her head and smiles at the other girl. "So... did you win the pool?"

::drops her book:: I totally forgot about about that. Tommorow, we'll have to tell Joan... she's really not going to trust me on it, so I'm gonna need you and Rogue to back me up on what we saw.

::things are starting to come back to her::

So, River. Right. And I guess you already know I'm Cally... and where I live. ::gets a sliiightly creepy vibe::

So... how come you're up?

River shrugs. "I usually don't sleep all that much anyways... kind of a remnant of old behavioral patterns. And Adama's either already out cold or sufficiently sober as to not deluge me with his thoughts." At Cally's confused reaction, she confides, "I'm psychic, after a fashion. And Lee's thoughts are..." She pauses, searching for the right word. "... often obstreperous (http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?book=Dictionary&va=obstreperous&x=0&y=0)."

"Anyways," she continues with a shrug. "I'm caught up on my reading, I don't have any tremendous projects waiting for me, and I felt like stretching my legs."

Canting her head at an oblique angle, she considers Cally with some curiosity. "And you?"

::checks her watch::

I've not even been up ten hours yet. Thank the gods I don't have any classes on friday... and I had a lot to sleep off. ::slowly remembers about the party::

::blinks a couple times, and then realizes River just said she's psychic::

::Oh Frak, she thinks, that means she could be in my head right now!::

::tries desperately not to think of anything embarassing. Definitely not thinking about Rogue, or Cameron, or Sparky. Nope. Definitely not going to think about any of them. Not going to think of anything at all::

So... wanna play scrabble or something? I'm sure we can find something interesting lying around here...

::and most definitely do NOT think she is cute in a scary way!::

River raises her hands with a placating expression. "Don't worry, I'm not reading people around me all the time. Most people, like you and your roommate Joan, have fairly quiet thoughts." She makes a face. "Adama, on the other hand..."

She shakes her head in dismissal. "I'm not thinking about him tonight. Scrabble, you said? I'm up for a game or two."

::mentally sighs in relief::

::and now, despite knowing full well she is going to get trounced by the girl who drops words like obstreperous in casual conversation, Cally scrounges up a scrabble board::

It's been a while since I played, so don't kill me too badly, okay?

::grins, happily, now much less freaked out by River::

"That shouldn't be hard. I think I've played this maybe once in my life." River looks momentarily wistful as she mixes the lettered tiles. "They didn't have it where I grew up, and after I went away to school the first time..." Her eyes close in involuntary memory, and her lips set themselves in a grim line. "That wasn't the sort of thing they gave us much time for."

She breathes in deep, then lets the air seep from her in a tension-releasing sigh. "So. Ready to pick yours?"

[ooc: and at this late hour, -I'm- having trouble remembering the proper rules of scrabble. Thank the gods for google.]

::grabs a tile for first play::

W. Guess it's not my lucky day, huh? ::smiles, giggles a little due to the whiskey and rum finally getting to her::

::ponders what exact sort of small-talk one would make with someone who can read minds::

River stretches out a hand and picks up a tile at random. "Hmmmm... H. So where are you from, anyways?"

Guess you'll get to start. ::tosses the W back into the box, and waits for River to draw her tiles::

I'm from Caprica. You know, one of the... ::pauses and realizes that nope, most people here don't really know about the twelve colonies:: ...twelve colonies.

Erm... as far as I've figured out, Caprica's a lot like Vancouver. Only bigger.

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