3rd floor hallway, evening

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After a long day of classes and a little pick-me-up early at Caritas, Ivanova decided that the time was right for a nice, long, relaxing shower. While Lyta was out, she gathered up her bath things and donned a fluffy robe, scampering down the hall to the bathrooms. Forty-five steamy yet flip-flopped minutes later, Ivanova dreamily headed back to her room, turning the doorknob. Well, trying to turn the doorknob. An expression of horror crossed her face as she suddenly had a sharp mental image of her keys - sitting on her desk precisely where she left them. Inside her locked room. With a groan she slumped against the wall beside the door. She had nothing to pick the lock with. All she had was a shower poof, a bar of soap, and a bottle of shampoo. Why did this always happen to her? First the White Star, now her room . . . at least it was inside and warm this time.

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Her classes had ended for the day, Lyta headed back to the dorm, mostly confident about her schedule. There were a few things -- like Professor Camulus' ego -- that might get a little grating, but overall, she thought it was going to work out well. Next semester she might try a little hard science, but for now the liberal arts were perfect.

As she neared her room, she tilted her head to the side. What was that fluffy thing parked outside her dorm room? It looked like a ball of white fluff with legs and flip-flops; it wasn't until she got closer that she realized it was Ivanova.

She bit her lips to keep from laughing, though there was a brief flicker of amusement in her eyes. It disappeared when she saw Ivanova's not-so-amused expression. "Are you all right?"

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Ivanova automatically tensed up, and tried not to glare at the telepath. "I'm fine," she ground up, standing swiftly so that she could look the other girl in the eyes. "I just locked myself out." If Lyta was laughing at her, she didn't care. There was going to be a Rovering.

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Lyta handed Ivanova her key. "Here. This might help."

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"Thanks," Ivanova said flatly, taking the key but keeping a suspicious eye on Lyta as she unlocked the door and stepped inside. The first thing she saw were her keys, sitting almost mockingly on the desk. She handed Lyta back her key with little good grace.

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The red head took her key back with a shrug. "You're welcome." She then crossed and placed her paperwork onto her desk, stuffing the key back into her pocket.

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No snarky comments. And here she was, dripping wet and auditioning for the part of a Tribble call-girl. Maybe this deserved some effort. She swallowed. And then again. Okay, words, Ivanova. They came pouring out to Tonks.

"How . . . how were your classes today?"

There. That sounded almost normal. She turned her back and began executing the ancient art of Changing Without Removing One's Bathrobe.

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"They were...interesting. More interesting than I thought they would be." She seated herself on the floor, and began digging through her trunk. "I also applied for a TA position. I thought it might do me some good to work again."

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"For which class?" Ivanova asked in a polite tone. She was sleepy and a little full of vodka. It was taking the edge off her animosity a bit. She changed in record time, shrugging off her bathrobe and hanging it to dry in the wardrobe.

[[Which brings up a point. Are we going to be OCD and do a little floorplan for our room? Because I've been playing it as a slightly larger version of my pillbox.]]

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Lyta hedged a bit before answering. "Sociology of the Paranormal," she said after a second or two. She gave a wry smile. "I thought it might be appropriate."

[Yeah, I figured it might be a bit bigger than the average dorm room. I'm about to have to log -- not feeling so hot, but if you want to plot it out, feel free to tag me either by e-mail or on AIM tomorrow.]

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"It would be," she said shortly. And that was about all she could stand. Abruptly she sat on her bed and began typing up her personal log, very clearly bringing the conversation to an end.

[[I'm going to bed. I'll do up a sketch and sent it to you tomrrow? Feel better. If only my special Internet Cookie Transporter were working . . . Oh, and if she wants info on Cammie, ask Ivanova or Janet Fraser. Dunno if you're familiar with Stargate.]]

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Lyta sensed the finality of the conversation. She paused briefly, then continued digging. Surely Lorien hadn't forgotten everything? If so, she would need to run a few errands before class in the morning.

After a few more minutes of digging, she at least came up with some pencils and a couple of notebooks. It was a beginning! Tucking them away in her desk drawer, she changed for bed and crawled under the covers. Susan was still writing as she lay down with her book.

"Good night," she said. She turned with her back to Ivanova, the book open against the mattress so she could read.

[That works, if you're feeling so inclined. =) And yeah, I know who Camulus is, and I'm a *huuuge* SG1 fan. I just figure Lyta will look at him (eventually) like she does the Vorlons -- alien playing puppetteer. But she might have to ask Ivanova first. ::grins:: Night!]