http://strongestgirl.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-04-08 08:50 am

5th Floor Common Room: Saturday Morning

Pippi is once again parked on the couch with her quilt.

To the eye, it looks like she's engaging in a little embroidery, but anybody who bothers to listen carefully will hear that she's actually studying for math.

Using her computer, a pair of headphones, and a CD of math music she got from Charlie before he left.

Naughty Number 9
School House Rock
Music & Lyrics: Bob Dorough
Performed by: Grady Tate

Number nine will put you on the spot.
Number nine will tie you up, oh, in a knot.
When you're tryin',
Multiplyin' by nine,
You might give it everything you've got
And still be stopped.
If you don't know some secret way you can check on,
You'll break your neck on
Naughty number nine.

Now the first thing to keep in mind,
When you're multiplyin' by nine
Is that it's one less than ten.
You see, nine is the same as ten minus one.
So you could multiply your number by ten,
And then subtract the number from the result,
And you'd get the same product
As if you'd multiplied by nine
And you knew it.

I mean, eight times nine is 80 minus eight,
And seven times nine is 70 minus seven, and six times nine is 60 minus six.
You could use those tricks.

'Cause you must have some secret way you can beat it,
Or else you'll meet it
With naughty number nine.

Of course, it doesn't hurt
To know the table of nines by memory.
It goes like this:

One times nine is nine, and two times nine is 18.
(Mean ol' number nine)
Three times nine is 27, and four times nine is 36.
Five times nine is 45, and six times nine is 54,
And seven times nine is 63.
Eight times nine is 72, and nine times nine is 81,
And ten times nine is 90.

Now the digit sum is always equal to nine.
I mean, if you add two and seven, the digits,
You get nine, the digit sum.
That's true of any product of nine.
If they don't add up, you've made a mistake.

'Cause you must have some secret way you can check it,
Or else you'll wreck it
With naughty, nasty, mean old number nine.



She probably wouldn't mind an interruption.

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Roaming the school in search of, well, anyone - she felt the need to be social for the first time in a week - Ivanova padded into the common room in her robe and slippers, coffee mug steaming and firmly in hand

And saw someone quilting to music. Hmmm. By Fandom standards that was almost normal.

"Morning," she said, grabbing the TV remote and curling up in a nearby chair.

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, thanks, I'm not hungry." Ivanova replied, lifting her mug. "Breakfast of champions. It's Pippi, right?"

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes," Pip said, entering the room in a pair of loose fitting cameo pants and a t-shirt. "Unless you're me and you can call her "Me-pi." He sat down on the couch and established his existance for the day because of the whole benefit concert thing. "What are we watching?

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nothing yet," Ivanova replied, tossing him the remote. "You choose. Good morning, by the way."

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Susan Ivanova," she nodded. "But no one calls me Susan. For very long at least."

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Ivanova laughed. "It's never come up, everyone keeps it long. I prefer Ivanova. Unless you're Tonks, in which case I wouldn't be able to stop you from calling me Susie."

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." Ivanova smiled a little sappily. "That owl made me jump out my skin with its midnight deliveries."

Not that she had minded. It had been, after all, her very first love poem.

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm glad to hear it," Ivanova smirked. "Not that I had anything to do with the selling of them and therefore hold no liability . . ." She grinned. "How bad was it?"

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Pip started flipping through the chanels until he found the cartoons, seemingly unaware of Pippi's feet on his leg. "I think we all need a wholesome breakfast of Saturday morning cartoons. A cartoon a day keeps the emo away. Or something."

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm up for cartoons. If there's gratuitous cartoon violence, of course." She smiled. "Don't worry, Pip, I'm almost entirely cured of my emo."

"Well, I'm glad I could help you out. We aim to please at Wonka's."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cartoons it is. Daffy Duck will keep us company and drive the emo away with his antics."

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ivanova grinned. "Daffy Duck is my friend Garibaldi's second favourite thing in the universe. He loves those old Duck Dodgers bits. He's watched them so many times he has them memorised by now."

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have no idea," Ivanova shrugged. "But then again, if you knew Garibaldi you'd get it."

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Last. Michael Garibaldi." Ivanova shook her head. "Sorry. What I call home is a military installation. We don't do first names much."

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"O RLY? Really? Like what?"

Ivanova found herself mouthing the words. She had definitely spent too much time with Garibaldi.

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Ivanova snickered as she got a sudden mental image of life on the station if they swapped naming conventions. "Certainly more interesting than name and rank," she murmured. And made a mental note to call him Glass-Eye G'Kar next time she saw him.