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After a day of talking on the phone, laying in the sunshine, and reading the 50 Most Beautiful People issue of Persons and laughing at some of the skirt lengths, Elle made herself a salad and sat down to watch Project:Catwalk with Bruiser (who was enjoying his tofurkey immensely. Yeah. Really.)

"You know, Bruiser, I don't think David really understands the curves of the female form. He really ought to stick with what he's comfortable with and dress skinny young men."

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"But sometimes he makes it work," Nadia commented with a small smile as she came in through the lobby. "What's their assignment this time?"

Aeryn's on her way back in after a walk, and she stops when she hears the woman talking to herself, then shakes her head.

"Accentuate the possitive. They're supposed to highlight the model's beauty and cover the flaws. None of them are doing very good." she explained very, very seriously. Once done, she smiled brightly, "Do you want to join us?"

She catches movement out of the coner of her eye and turns quickly. Waving enthusiastically, she chirps, "Hi there!"

[ooc: Elle and Aeryn? I think I just broke my head with the potential, here.]

"Us?" Oh, the dog. "Well, I've got to go to a guitar practice, but I have a little time," Nadia made a face at the television. "Oh, no, not the puffy sleeves."

"Yes. The puffy sleeve is truly an unfortunate choice. Sometimes I wonder if they destroy these clothes on purpose for entertainment. Sadly?" she turned to face her as she passed Bruiser a bit of cheese, "Sadly, I don't think they do. Wrong clothes are more common than people realize."

"It always confused me that people who had money to afford nice clothes wore such strange things," Nadia agreed.

She turned again and blinked. Then blinked again. "Because new clothes are fun, and wearing them well is an art." she said cheerfully as she eyed Nadia's ensemble. Bruiser stepped lightly from his food dish and began to investigate the new girl, his pinks blouse a perfect match to Elle's.

"Oh, Bruiser's making so many friends. That's Bruiser, and I'm Elle!" she chirped, on to another topic she liked better...herself.

Nadia held out a hand for him to sniff, hoping he didn't get upset when he smelled her cat. "Nadia, it's nice to meet you. Are you one of the new teachers?"

"I'm doing a workshop for camp. On fashion! It'll be super fun." she said cheerfully. "Bruiser? Don't be rude. Kissies and shakes, don't be pushy." she scolded as Bruiser worked his nose deep into Nadia's palm to smell the yummy cat scent.

"He's okay," Nadia said, giving the small dog a pat on the head. "He probably just smells Furrball. That's my cat." Nadia thought for a moment. "I saw that one. I'm afraid I didn't sign up, though. There were just too many good workshops on the list. I hope they'll let us sign up for more later, though."

"I think everyone gets two. That'll be more than plenty. No one wants to study away their summer." she said with absolute seriousness. Well, as absolute as she could manage. "Besides, there'd better be loads of stuff besides class or we'll be so sad, right Bruiser?" she asked. He popped his head up and barked sharply in agreement.

"That's true." Nadia agreed. "We wouldn't want to get bored. Not that that's really that likely to happen around here." She wondered if anyone had warned Elle about the weirdness that was Fandom.

"Not anymore! I had such a good morning in the gym and everyone is so friendly, I don't think being bored will be an issue. It seems like if you throw a party, people will come. That? Is so cool."

Nadia grinned. "Oh yeah, we're party people. Sometimes we dance on the roof." They needed the stress relief after fighting and emoing all the time, after all.

"You party on the roof? Ooh, can I come?" she asked, only begging a little as her lips curved into a pout. "I'm not allowed into the second floor common room and I've never been excluded from a party in my whole life."

"Well, Professor Mac came up to the roof once, so I think it might be okay. And I bet you could come to a pool party if we have another one." Nadia might even be already planning one. "Or a beach party, since it's finally warm out."

She squeaked and launched forward to hug Nadia, "Thank you! You're the sweetest ever! I promise I won't even wear a bunny corset."

Bunny corset? She wasn't going to ask. Nadia hugged back, laughing a little. "No problem. And don't worry, the second floor is completely overrated."

"But everyone says it's the place to be. You can't ignore the rumours that much, there has to be some truth to it. Right?"

Nadia shook her head. "All a bunch of stuck up people." She smiled to show she didn't really mean it. Much. "Fifth floor is much better. We get pancakes." She glanced at her watch. She still had a few minutes. "Um, this might sound like a weird question, but do you know much about guys?"

Things had been going well with Walter, threats aside, but Nadia wanted some advice from an older person on it.

"That's my second favorite subject ever, next to clothes and shoes and hair and make up and Bruiser." she said cheerfully. "What do you want to know?"

Perfect. Well, if you ignored the not being able to count thing. "There's this guy. We've been friends for a really long time, and we've kind of . . . started being more than friends? He called me his girlfriend yesterday, but he was helping me get away from this other, really creepy guy, and we're not going on our first date until Friday but . . . ." And here was the clincher, "he kind of just broke up with someone a little while ago. A boy someone. You don't think . . . I'm not a rebound, am I?"

"I don't believe in rebounds because you never know for sure if the new guy is the rebound or if the last guy was the rebound from the guy before or if you're just dating them because your credit card is maxed out or if they're going to leave you to date some girl from the Cape. But if he just broke up with a boy someone he might not even like you like that and you might be more of a girl friend than a girlfriend and if you are that's ok and even if it's more that's ok too as long as the two of you talk and he isn't prettier than you and doesn't take your shoes and stretch them all out because that's just unforgivable." she reattled off.

Nadia blinked. Okay, wow, that was a lot of information. But she was pretty happy with the "I don't believe in rebounds" part.

"He only borrowed my shoes twice, and I insisted. He refused to put them on when he might stretch them though." Realizing that this might sound odd, she went on. "But he was a girl those times."

Elle blinked in return. Boyfriend. Had a boyfriend. Now he has a girlfriend. This girl. But he's been a girl. Twice.

"Hunh." she said insightfully, her face utterly blank.

In the scheme of things a transgendered boy and relationship confusion was way easier to cope with than striking laundry machines.

If Elle were to voice that sentiment, she'd agree. Because Walter had ~~thus far~~ never tried to electrocute her or throw lint at her.

"Yeah," she said. "Thanks, though. It's good to hear that about rebounds. I have to go meet up with him, actually. For, um, ~~kissing~~ guitar lessons."

"Oh, jeez. Never date a musician. That's a hard and fast rule. Unless you're a groupie, a drug addict, or a musician yourself." she said. "But that doens't mean you shouldn't have a fun lesson. Scoot scoot, Nadia! Don't let us keep you!" she said with a wide smile. "I'm really gald we got to talk."

"Actually, I'm teaching him. He can't even sing." Nadia smiled. "It was great to meet you, too. And I'll let you know about the next party I hear about." Nadia waved as she headed out of the lobby. "Let me know who gets booted on the show!"

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