Room 231, Thursday

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

After Shop Class, Sam returned to her room to find that her rolls of whiteboard film had been delivered. Too excited to bother with lunch, she covered the walls. Once that was done, she pulled some dry erase markers and her equation notebook out of her messenger bag and began transferring them carefully to the walls.

"I need more colors, darn it." She frowned. "No, that's not right..." She erased one of the variables with the side of her hand, then kept writing, double-checking her notebook every so often. Once they were done, she threw the notebook in the direction of the desk, unconcerned with where it landed.

She stepped back, marker in her mouth, and tilted her head to the side. Struck by inspiration, she pulled the marker out and made new notations.

[ooc: Door is open.]

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Hiding from his toaster Walking down the hall, John stops in front of Sam's room.

She looks...busy. And mathy.

"Sam? Whatcha doin?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Deep into thoughts of spatial geometry, Sam jumped slightly at the voice. "Wha? Geez, Crichton, you startled me!"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John laughs and leans in the doorway. "The math monsters eating you?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Probably. I was inspired a while ago, but now..." She stuck her tongue out at the wall. "It definitely comes and goes."

"What about you? I haven't seen you around much lately."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Busy," he explains. "And...dealing with a nuisance in the room. Not Angel. I think I've gotten the graphs for our project nearly accurate though. That's good news."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"John, that's great!" She practically bounced not unlike their QP prof with happiness. "Er, about the graphs, not the nuisance, obviously."

"What nuisance?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"A toaster," John says. "Stupid thing talks...in rhyme. I've had to bury it under clothing to shut it up."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Wait. The toaster in the hallway yesterday...that was yours?" She started giggling.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John winces and makes a face. "You must've met the toaster. I hate that stupid toaster."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

She's still giggling. "I was propositioned and proposed to by that toaster, actually."

"Why does it talk, anyway?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry it propositioned you. As for why it's talking..." John shrugs absently. "I gave it to Bridge to fix and...it came back talking and rhyming."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Bridge did that?" The wheels began turning in Sam's head--Siler would eventually retire, and they'd need someone who was excellent with technology to replace him.

"So...how's the new roomie situation working out for you?" She smiled, trying to show that it wasn't meant to be an attack on Angel.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Okay," John says, thankful that the discussion is off the toaster. "We're getting along and he seems to be settling in well. It's been safe so far too. No one trying to get to him."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Heading back to her own room, Elizabeth noticed the open door. Leaning against the doorframe, she grinned.

"Scary equations abound, I see," she said.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam turned around. "Naah, the scary ones are over by the closet. These are okay." She gestured to the ones in front of her and frowned. "I think."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"All math is scary," Elizabeth said solemnly, nodding her head.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"You're just biased," Sam grinned. "How're you? Pull up a chair or flop on the bed and update me on your life."

She sat on her own bed, leaving the other one free. "Ignore the mess on the desk, okay? I got caught up and haven't finished throwing out the mess from the paper rolls."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth gracefully dropped on the other bed. "I'm okay... Taught speech class yesterday morning; just attended it this morning, thankully. Went to Caritas yesterday with Parker and Angela and Rory. How about you? Apart from your..." She waved her hands at the whiteboards. "Math stuff."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Why'd you teach speech class? Is Professor Cregg okay?"

"I was at Caritas the night before, which is why I didn't go again yesterday. Completely forgot about hockey practice, though, which stinks. How will they ever succeed without us in the stands heckling cheering them on to glory?" She grinned and laid on her side, facing Elizabeth, balancing her head on her hand.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth sighed. "Hungover I think yesterday morning," she said quietly. "But as far as I can understand there's an underlying cause to it."

"Yeah, I forgot about hockey practise until I was actually at Caritas. I wanted to try and go and have fun there, instead of night before last," she explained, before laughing. "I don't know. We'll have to remember next week... all of us."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Damn. I hope she's going to be alright."

"Well, I'll probably be in here, trying to get something figured out before finals so Professor Eppes and The Doctor don't flunk me." She eyed the walls again. That three just made no sense there...and the differential on that one was all wrong...

"Maybe you should poke me or something, just so I remember."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, me too," Elizabeth replied quietly.

Elizabeth just sat there very quietly, mentally humming in her head.

"I'll poke you if I remember. Maybe we need to ask someone else to poke both of us?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Any ideas what happened? She seems pretty together--I don't think I really want to know what could shake her like that."

"Hmm. Maybe Jaye? She always seems to remember."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth shook her head. "Not really. And even if I did, I probably shouldn't be talking about it," she said, looking slightly embarrassed at Sam.

She nodded. "Jaye sounds like our best bet. Either that, or I'll ask Charlie, considering it's actually his team, y'know?" she grinned.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"No, I get it. Personal stuff, not world in danger and being attacked stuff." She shook her head. "So, we're concerned, but not calling out tactical forces."

"I forget that it's Charlie's baby," she grinned. "But would he tell us the right day and time? I like you, Jaye, and Janet, but it's not like I want to spend the night staring at an empty ice rink."