Room 326, mid-afternoon

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova shifts bags around as she fumbles for her key, leaving the door open as she drops the two heavy bags from the Emporium onto her bed with a sigh and flexes her fingers a few times to try and regain feeling. As she hadn't bothered to unpack yet, her side of the room was absolutely spartan. She unpackaged the coffeemaker and set it up on top of the dresser. Not the best place, but she was fresh out of milk crates to furnish with. Soon it was bubbling happily away, the truly massive tin of coffee next to it, and Ivanova began to unpack her few things. A pile of photos was placed neatly on the desk to be hung up and she was contemplating purchasing a powerbar. She wasn't looking forward to trying and integrating her own computer with the school. Maybe she'd just break down and buy a new one. Hmm.

[[Open for interaction. Hopefully with roomie.]]

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[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"You think it's arrogant of me to assume that your only purpose here is to rain on my parade," Ivanova snapped. "Wounds to heal. Very PC. Forgive me if we don't become BFFs overnight. You can use the coffeemaker. Ask before you borrow things. I'll forgoe the tape line down the centre of the room. Beyond that, please don't expect more of me." She began sticking up photos with a vengance, slapping them onto the walls a bit too hard.

[psi16.livejournal.com]

She shakes her head. "I don't expect that at all."

Pausing a moment, she set aside her coffee cup and looked down at the gloves. She removed them slowly, one finger at a time, then gathered them together in her grip. They came to rest next to the cup. She then reached for her copy of The Mabinogion on the nightstand, and leant back to read. "Let me know if you want any help," she said.