http://anextimeagent.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2007-03-26 09:01 am

The roof: Sunday evening

This particular Sunday, the roof was not a roof of emo. At least not so far. It was, if you had to assign it an emotion, a roof of tired smugness.

This would be because Jack was sitting on the edge, dangling his legs over, eating pizza and watching the sun set, feeling both tired and smug. It had been a very long week, but it had had an extremely satisfactory conclusion.

As long as no one killed him for messing with their stuff (and he was seriously considering denying all knowledge and memory of those incidents from here on out) he was going to call it a success.

[It's a roof -- unless a mad team of dimension-hopping builders suddenly appear in a blinding flash of light and erect a gazebo or something, it's going to keep being open! So, yes, of course, open, and Jack will happily share his pizza. I go AFK for a bit, but I'll be back.]

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-03-26 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps," Irulan said, cheered some what. "But I think you will like knife fighting."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-03-26 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, no, no bits slicing," Irulan said firmly, "And I think it would be hard to slice anything off since we shall be utilizing training daggers and knives."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-03-26 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"I always go gentle on you, Jack," she said entirely too innocently.

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-03-26 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmph, that is true," Irulan took the onion and impulsively flicked it at him and gaped at what she had done.

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-03-26 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm so sorry!" Irulan said, aghast, "I do not know what came over me!"

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-03-26 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
The onion Jack flicked back had fallen on her shoulder she picked it up, embarassed, "But it is a very un-princess like thing to do."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-03-26 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
"That would be..." Irula said, "That would take time to get used to, to be just Irulan. I have never been anything but what other people percieve me to be."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-03-26 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Your image of me sounds so fierce," she said wonderingly, "That Irulan does not sound like myself at all!"

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-03-26 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't need to worry about that, she was too busy fighting a blush to do anything else.

Irulan cleared her throat and grasped to find something else to talk about. "I fail at flirting!"

Of course that's the subject you would like to talk about. Height of intelligence, Irulan.

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-03-26 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
She was trying not to flail. "No, that wasn't -- I didn't..." Breathe, "I didn't mean you were flirting but that there was a class and there was flirting required and I failed at doing so. I do not know why I blurted that out just now."

Mortification thy name is Irulan.

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-03-26 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay." It came out high and squeaky and she realized she still didn't draw breath and forced herself to do so. "I am breathing."

Great Mother, open the Earth and let it eat me.

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-03-26 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Fierce princess, onion wielder," Irulan repeated taking a deep calming breath she let it out slowly. She isn't calm yet but at least she's stopped feeling the need to hit her head on the wall.

After a while she said, tentative, "Even in the Bene Gesserit training I am not good at flirting."