Fifth floor common room, Monday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was sitting upside down on the couch, munching on a chicken empanada and reading a book.

The adventures of six miss-matched characters across a make-believe world were surprisingly engaging.

[ooc: zomg, open]

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[chasingangela]

"And if you're any good at it, I always kind of figure you could just win the lottery," Angela said. "You wouldn't need to rent it out on the street."

[nadiathesaint]

"Well, if you can control it, anyway. And that's exactly what they're saying they can do."

[chasingangela]

"Exactly," Angela agreed. "If they can't control it, they wouldn't be able to get any work out of it. It'd just be random and weird."

[nadiathesaint]

"Pretty much, yeah." Nadia knew from random and weird prophesies. "But it was fun messing with them."

[chasingangela]

"What did you do to them?" Angela asked, biting a nail.

[nadiathesaint]

"I kept going back dressed in different outfits. You know, the cheerful cheerleader type, the dark, goth type, the rich soccer mom-wanna be type,"

[chasingangela]

Angela's eyes sparkled. "Oh, cool. Did they keep changing based on what they thought you wanted to hear?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Exactly. It was pretty funny, actually."