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Roof, Monday Night

Angela sat cross-legged near the edge of the roof and peered over the railing. It was a cool night, perfect for her pasttime of sipping from her thermos of tea and scribbling in a notebook -- the kind of night that always made her more than a little thoughtful.

She was content to be alone, though she wouldn't mind someone to appreciate the night with.

[OOC: Open.]

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Jamie was in a bouncy mood. After bouncing around his room a bit and scaring the cat he headed for the roof where he'd be able to bounce some more.

Seeing Angela he bounced on over to her.

"Angela! Hi!"

Angela glanced up, tucking her notebook beside her. "Hey. You're ... happy?"

"Well sure," Jamie said looking a little confused. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Dunno," Angela said, looking confused. "The world is just really big and complicated and kind of sad."

"Well yeah, that's what makes it such a big adventure!" Jamie said rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. "You never know what could happen. Doesn't mean it has to be sad!"

"I'm not sad," Angela said defensively. "I'm just thoughtful. And missing people." she rolled ehr eyes. "You sound like a motivational speaker."

"Well if you enroll in my introductory program I can give you better self-esteem in thirty days or your money back," Jamie said with a slick-salesman type of voice. "So what are you thinking about? Who you missing?"

"Why do people always worry about my self-esteem?," Angela inquired. "And different people. My sister. I want my dad to cook dinner for me. My best friends from back home." She shrugged. "One person who I won't see again."

She looked over her shoulder at Jamuie. "Don't you miss anybody?"

Jamie shrugged and sat down on the roof ledge. "Every once in a while. Then I log into chat or IM and they hassle the heck out of me. Then they're either laughing at me so hard that I have to log off and I really don't miss them anymore. Who's the one persom you won't see again.

"It's not even my right to miss him," Angela insisted, a little wildly. "I kind of don't want to talk about it, sorry."

She shrugged. "Back home people barely have email. It's not the same."

"Well does the phone still work there?" Jamie asked with a little bounce. "Then you can call that missing person and chat over international foods coffee and remember days of yore?"

Angela huffed. "You sooooo do not get it, okay?"

"I'm sorry," Jamie said looking a little hurt. "Help me get it."

"It's like my heart has a hole in it and even though there are plenty of new and beautiful things ariound me, it can never be exactly filled," Angela said quietly. "That's why I came up here. Just to think about it, you know?"

"Yeah, I get that," Jamie said with a nod. "Sometimes the world just doesn't measure up to what we want. Is that what you're talking about?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Angela nodded. "And, like, I don't even know how I'd change it, if I could. Because if I was home, I wouldn't be here."

"Well... Sometimes you have to accept the things you can't change and appreciate some of the simpler things in life," Jamie said reaching into his pocket.

"Mmmm," Angela said, noncommittally. She noticed his movement. "Like what?"

"Hey there cutie!" Socky said.

And then horrors of horrors... it began to sing.

"Grey skies are going to cheer up!
Put on a happy face!"

Angela just gawped for a minute. "What are you, ten?"

Jamie frowned and put away the sock puppet. "No," he said sulking. "I was just trying to cheer you up."

That made Angela feel guilty. "It might have worked if I was someone else."

"No. It's all right," Jamie said. "Nobody seems to appreciate socky."

"Do you pull out Socky often?," Angela inquired.

Without laughing.

"Only when I think people need to be distracted or amused," Jamie said fondling his sock.

"It distracted me, anyhow," Angela said. "So is there, like, a story of how Socky came to live at Fandom?"

"I was imitating a show from way back for the entertainer workshop," Jamie explained. "One episode the crazy guy had a sock puppet and so I kind of went from there."

"That's actually really linear," Angela said. "I was ready for you to tell me it was your enchanted best friend, or your twin brother, or something."

She rolled her eyes a little at herself. "I may have been in Fandom too long."

Anders was not by any means up here with a conscious intention to make Bel's plants emo.

"Hey, Chase."

"Hi, Anders," Angela replied, a slight smile on her face. "You up here to think too?"

"Yep. It's a good place for that." Anders settled himself on the roof, knees tucked up under his chin, nearby but not too close. "Thinking about anything in particular, or just your basic thinking-about-stuff?"

"Basic stuff," Angela said. "I just came up here to be randomly emo where I wouldn't bug other people. And to write."

"How did I not know before that you write?" asked Anders. "And you can be emo around me. I don't mind. Been doing a lot of that myself lately."

"I don't talk about it that much," Angela shrugged. "I'm ... self-conscious, I guess? A little. But yeah, it's what I want to do after college."

[OOC: crashing here, finish tomorrow?]

"That's pretty awesome," Anders told her. "I wish I had enough confidence in my writing to actually think I could do anything with it."

[OOC: Absolutely. Night!]

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