Inside Room 213... (open thread)

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Joan is staring at the ceiling from her perch on the floor, boredom evident on her face. She could be out socializing or whatever her parents wanted her to do when they sent her here, but it looked like if you weren't into drinking or old 70s game shows you were pretty much out of luck tonight. Alanna was gonna show up soon, though, with chocolate and cards.

And after a week living in a town with no grocery store, Joan wanted the chocolate almost as bad as she wanted some sort of amusement that didn't involve alcohol or polyester.

"Come on, Alanna," she muttered to herself quietly. "I'm so bored!"

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[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

That could be, but I think that anyone who goes without her stuff for a week is - weird. Most girls couldn't do it. I definitely couldn't do it.

My parents figured it'd be a good idea to have me leave home for a year. One of my best friends died and then my ex-boyfriend cheated on me because I wouldn't have sex with him, and ... She shrugs and looks uncomfortable. I think they might wonder if I'm a little insane, too. Or something.

How did you get here? Is it part of your training?

((that's cool; it's storming here so I might do the same thing if the power goes off or something.))

[(Anonymous)]

Ouch. I'm ... really sorry about your friend. You seem to get a lot of dead people. And that sentance just made your boyfriend sound like real scum. She frowns. Why would your parents think you're the insane one?

Um, no actually. Duke Gareth found out about this school, and he wanted to send someone here to see what other worlds were like, pick up information on information I guess and what not. Jon recommened me. He figured it would give me a chance to be me, though he didn't say to the Duke.

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Only a couple, but it's still awful. I miss her. And my boyfriend is - we get along better now than we did at first, but he sucks. Joan looks annoyed. I had this - disease last year, and I guess I hallucinated talking to God, and - I told them. They sent me off to crazy camp for a summer afterwards.

That was nice of Jon. Was he right? And - this'll sound weird - but how did you get here? Mom and Dad drove me, but I'm somehow guessing you don't have cars.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Talking to God is a disease? Alanna bites at her lip. I'd hate to think what that means about me.

Um, well, a spell. Very not pleasant and I wasn't feeling all too good for the first few days. And yes, he was right. Though, you won't catch me admiting this ever again.