fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room

This morning, after waking up screaming at the top of her lungs, "GET OFF MY FOOT! GET OFF MY FOOT!" Annette quickly realized that she was not in Kansas anymore. Literally.

Jumping from her bed, she snatched her robe, shoved her feet into her slippers, and raced through the door before Cally could say anything to her about her totally loosing her mind. Or freaking out. Was there a difference? Gahhh! Annette walked quickly down the hallway to the common room as she wrapped her robe around her and tied the sash tight. No one was about yet, which was a good thing. She could just sit for a minute, collect her thoughts, possibly put in a call to Aunt Catherine. Yes, that's it! Aunt Catherine.

Luckily for Annette, her cell phone was in the pocket of her robe. Imagine that.

Twenty minutes later her head was in her hand, her eyes closed, "No, Aunt Catherine, I swear to you, it is not Halloween come early. Yes, I promise. I will. I will. Catboy? No, really, he's fine, harmless. Just my fake big brother. Cally is still great. I have a great roommate, don't worry." Pause. Pause. Nod.

"I'll call, I promise, first time I see one of those...things. Love you too. Bye." The phone snapped closed and Annette leaned her head back against the chair, listening to her stomach growl.

(ooc: open!! but sp is total love today. seeing holiday family off to the airport!)

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Kabuto was used to being up early. He just wasn't used to being up early when there was nothing to do. Picking up one of his research books, he headed into the common room. There was already a girl there, but he didn't pay her too much attention, since she seemed engrossed in her conversation. So he picked himself a chair and settled into it to read, book on his knees.

She heard footfalls and opened one eye, then two. Annette instantly sat up straight and made sure her robe was tied and all that good stuff.

Co-ed? The dorms were co-ed? Was that in the brochure? Did her parents skip that part?

"Uh," Okay, he was reading, she shouldn't interrupt.

"Uh, hello." Brow raised. "I don't mean to interrupt you, but do you happen to be on the wrong floor or anything? You know, just wondering and stuff, because I wasn't aware the floors were co-ed?" She blinked and hoped that didn't sound rude.

Kabuto didn't respond immediately, finishing the paragraph he was on and muttering something under his breath before looking up at Annette. "I live on this floor, in room 505, with a Mr. Pip Bernadette. Though I've heard some of the rooms are co-ed, as well." He smiled, pushing his glasses up. "Not just the floor."

Cally, still in her black pajamas, burst into the door with a panicked look in her eyes.

"What's wrong with your foot!?" she asked.

She had to grin at that, "Yes, um, I meant the rooms, certainly."

She knew she had interrupted him and felt kind of bad for it, but it was best to know who lived on your floor, right?

"I'm Annette Hargrove, room 508, with Cally."

Annette cut startled eyes at Cally, and came to her feet.

Then she blinked and tilted her head, "My foot?" Pause. "OH! My foot! I was dreaming. A nasty looking troll had a hold of one of my feet while his buddy got ready to clobber it to death."

She smiled, sort of. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

"You were kinda loud," Cally said, rubbing her eyes. "Totally okay, though. I was only gonna sleep in too late if ya hadn't." She smiled. "You okay now?"

"I know, I woke myself up. Honest though Cally, I never ever talk in my sleep. Ever. I am pretty sure of it."

Annette sat back down, her apology still plastered to her face. "You can go back to sleep, I won't bother you, I promise."

River decided she needed distraction from the bad dreams she'd been having lately, and what better way than to make popcorns. She entered the common room and headed for the kitchen area, where she prepared a large pan of popcorns and waited for them to start popping. As usual she decided using a lid was less fun, and as the popcorn started flying around the kitchen she attempted to catch them in her mouth.

"Don't worry about it," Cally said, sitting down. "I totally understand. I had a dream like that this summer. And since I'm up, might as well stay up, you know?"

Annette nodded, "Yeah, I know. Was your dream about trolls? I'm thinking I really hate the little things and I haven't even yet seen one."

"Ummm, no. My dream was... not polite early morning conversation," Cally said. "Trolls? Not a problem. I know people freak you out with the stories? But I spent that entire weekend snug in my girlfriend's bed and we didn't get hurt at all."

Annette watched the other girl walk in and head straight for the kitchen area.

She sat up a bit more, hopeful. She forgot to eat last night and her stomach was having a field day. The smell of popcorn made her mouth water and since the popcorn started flying around the kitchen area, did that mean it was good for everyone else too?

Slowly she stood up and wandered over, "Hey. That's a lot of popcorn. You can catch pretty good. Um, I'm Annette. You wouldn't happen to want to share, would you?"

A brow shot upwards and ever curious, Annette leaned slightly forward, wanting to hear more. "Oh. Yeah, the trolls kind of freak me out. Don't know what I will do if I ever meet one face to face. So this dream of yours, it's not polite you say?"

River grinned. "What you catch you can have. I'm River." She caught another popcorn. "You're new. I'm from another solar system and from the future."

Those questions were always asked anyway, so she could just as well tell Annette before she had to ask. "And you?"

"Not polite and not pleasant," Cally said. "I kinda do my best not to think about it."

She wasn't going to let that shock her, nope, not now when there was fresh popcorn to catch. "That's a great name, River. I like it. I'm new and from Kansas City."

Annette caught four pieces of popcorn in her mouth right in a row. Five. Six. Seven. She grinned. "I'm a little hungry."

Annette nodded, she wouldn't dream of asking Cally about it further.

"I'm sorry. Those kind of dreams are not good. So you were snug in a bed with your girlfriend. That's good!"

"Yeah," Cally said. "I'm a lover, not a fighter." She giggled.

"So, the stories are getting you bothered?"

River nodded, looking serious. "Popcorn aren't very filling." She opened the frezer and handed Annette some ice cream. "Have this. Berthold can't eat it anyway."

Annette laughed, though she really had no idea what it was like to snuggle in a bed with another girl.

She waved her hand, "No, not too much. I guess. I don't think I should let too much surprise me. And I am still trying to figure out just what exactly I believe."

Pippi came out to the common room to investigate the yelling about feet.

"Good morning people!"

Cally decided against telling Annette any more of Fandom's peculiarities for now.

"That's a good start," she said. "Baby steps. Good way to base yourself and not get overwhelmed."

Annette stood still, watching River.

Ice cream for breakfast? Grinning, she took the offered container, pried off the lid, and found a spoon in one of the cabinet drawers. "I love chocolate," she said around a bite. "Who is Berthold?"

Annette waved, her mouth full of chocolate ice cream. After she swallowed, she said, "Good morning!"

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