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Fifth Floor Girl's bathroom, afternoon

Evie had decided to mix the two red colors together, in order to get the best results. Right now, she was trying to get all of the dye over all of her hair. Never let it be said she did things by half-measures.

The smell of ammonia and the red everywhere may have looked vaguely bloody, but that was probably just the streaks on the porcelain.

[establishy, but also open if you want to help Evie with her project]

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Ino had just been leaving her room when the smell of ammonia hit her and she just had to see what was going on. Besides, she had nothing better to do on a weekend than indulge in her curiosity. Tracking the scent to the girl's bathroom, she poked her head in cautiously.

"Hello?"

"Hullo?" Evie called back, squinting through streaks of dye and water. "Hullo! I'm Evie. I can't see you very well--" She waved one hand a bit. "I'm trying to get all my hair dyed. Do you see any dry bits?"

"I'm Ino," she replied slipping into the room and over to the girl, "That's a lot of dye for just one person isn't it?"

Peering carefully at Evie's hair, Ino said, "I think a few spots in the back are still dry, did you want some help?"

"Oh, please? Do you mind?" Evie held up the extra set of gloves from the second dye box. "You don't want to touch it with your own fingers. Or you'll end up with purple fingernails." She gave her own gloved hands a rueful look. "Which, I wish I'd remembered before I started."

Ino took the gloves, being careful to avoid Evie's messy hands, "I like purple, but that'd be a bit much don't you think?" she joked while pulling the gloves on, "And hey, it's no problem. I don't know many people here yet, so there's not much for me to do but wander around."

"Now, how do we want to work this?" Ino hadn't done this before, even though she'd seen it done more than once.

"Well then, welcome to Fandom! Are you on this floor?" Evie asked, squeezing a bit from the bottle into her hair. "Like this, with the bottle? You just squeeze it, and then, sort of ... paint it on." She paused. "I think."

"Thanks! I'm in Room 504, and I've got a roommate named Haruhi, but I haven't actually seen her around yet." Ino took the bottle and stepped around so she could get a better look at the back of Evie's head, "Like this?" Carefully she squeezed the bottle, letting the dye come out a bit at a time.

Evie tilted her head and squinted, then very carefully nodded. "Yes, just so. Ahh. I don't think I've met your roommate, but I'm not certain." Evie was trying to remember the names of the new people she'd met over the month. Or two. "I don't have one, I'm in 512. My boyfriend is next door." She smiled brightly. "Sokka, if you run into him."

Oh good, she didn't want to mess up Evie's hair. Ino continued slowly with the bottle, shifting it with caution, "Rats. I'd like to meet who I'm sharing a room with, you know? It's kinda weird otherwise." A few squirts of the bottle later Ino continued, "Sokka? I'll keep the name in mind. Have you been in Fandom long?"

"A year! And goodness, it's been a long strange year. All the invasions, and the weather being odd, and getting used to television. Do they have television where you're from?" Evie asked, squelching more of the dye through her fingers. "Or are you from the future, or some place terribly advanced?"

"Everyone keeps mentioning invasions, but no one really explains about them." Ino said shaking her head, "We've got television, and radio, but mostly Konoha seems like this world's version of not-quite-feudal Japan. What about you?"

"Ahhh." Evie nodded, thinking of a couple people from similar mish-mashes. "Well, the invasions-- the one I remember best was the troll-girls. They tried to kidnap the boys and take them away. And I'm from this world, but about ninety years ago, before radio and television and several wars and computers and many kinds of food. I *adore* going to school here. Invasions notwithstanding." She took a breath. "Right. Does it look covered now?"

"Give me a second," Ino daubed at a few spots before stepping back and nodding, "Yes, that looks about right." At least she hoped so.

"I guess the troll-girl's weren't very successful?" Ino asked, "And what's a computer?"

"Oh, good!" Evie carefully pulled a plastic cap over her hair, and set a little egg-timer that she'd brought along. "Now I leave it on for half an hour, then rinse. And put on conditioner. That's very important." She tilted her head. "Well, they were successful for a couple days? But they really weren't very good at fighting, although the boy-trolls were made of stone. But they all had to flee when my friend Door rang the church bells, so even though I got hit on the head, I think we did quite well." She paused. "And a computer is like a mechanical.... oh dear. It's a device which..." She paused. "It's really very difficult to explain. It's like-- do you have typewriters?"

"Conditioner is always important." Ino firmly believed this. "What did the trolls want with the boys anyway?"

Ino thought about the last question for a bit, "I think so? A little thing with buttons on it that you push? We've got one with numbers on it at the store. Is that what you're talking about?" She looked sheepish, "Most of everything is written out on scrolls, or by hand really."

"Yes! Like that, with the push-pads! Well, imagine something much, much more complex, which holds a thousand documents inside on little teeny chips, and that you can have spit them out on a printing press whenever you want... and that's only the start." Evie got her breath back, and patted the top of her head, feeling her hair shift. "And the girl trolls wanted... well..." She turned bright red. "Boyfriends?"

Alright, Ino now had to see one of those as soon as possible, because that didn't sound like it would work. Spitting out chips? "How do you see the words though?"

Ino tried to imagine troll-girls hooking up with any half decent looking guy and went slightly green. "That's just gross. I'm glad they're gone. Eww."

"Most definitely," Evie agreed fervently, although some of those troll girls had been pretty. Aside from the tails. "Many people here are very skilled warriors. Like my boyfriend," she added proudly. "And the teachers are all very protective as well." She looked thoughtful, and said, "As for the computer... it's very... oh dear. Rather like a wireless? At least as I understand it. And it can send signals to a printing press. So it will print things out." She sighed. "I'm making a hash of this explanation, aren't I?"

"Can you do anything like that?" Ino asked curiously, "I'm alright at hand-to-hand but I'm better at sneaking around."

"What's a wireless?" And how did a typewriter thing send signals? Ino was more than a little confused, "Yes? I'm sorry."

"Not very well," Evie admitted. "My friend Irulan is teaching me knife-fighting? But I'm really only a beginner. I'm much better at running away." She drooped a little. "And I'm afraid my sneakiness isn't much to speak of. I tend to knock things over." She sighed a little, frowning. "It really is easier to show, than to tell. It has a keyboard like a typewriter, and a screen like a television, and it's very very complicated. I could show you sometime, if you like."

"Everyone has got to start at some point." Ino said encouragingly, tactfully not mentioning that she'd been training since she'd been little. "Don't give up, and you'll get better."

Television + typewriter = computer didn't really make sense to Ino so she seized on Evie's offer. "If you don't mind, that'd be great!"

And it would be nice to hang out with someone she kinda knew. Sort of.

"Of course not! You can just come by my room, sometime this week. I have classes tomorrow, but I'm free for most of the rest of the week," Evie said, smiling brightly. "And people were kind enough to try to explain it to me when I arrived, so I should certainly do the same for you." She poked at her cap again, and asked, "What classes are you taking? They might explain some of it in there, as well."

"Room 512, right?" Ino didn't want to show up at the wrong room and be a bother to someone else. That'd be annoying.

"I'm taking Sex-Ed, Ethics and Whatever." Ino still wasn't sure about the idea of naming a class Whatever, but no one had asked her opinion. It seemed accurate though, so she let it go.

"Whatever?" Evie asked, slightly confused. "That sounds... vague. Well, they might cover computers in that. And yes, Room 512. I don't have a roommate to bother now, not since the last one went home, so just slip a note under the door if I'm out." She smiled cheerfully, and the timer went off. "Oh! Oh! Time to rinse!"

"Well the full name is Interdisplinary Studies, or Whatever." Ino made a face, "It's very vague, but the teacher's cute, and it's entertaining. How much I'm learning though is a bit suspect..."

"Wow, it's been that long already? Time's flying!" Ino looked at the mess of the bathroom, "I suppose we should clean this up too, before someone else needs the bathroom."

"Oh dear, yes," Evie said, and took the empty tube of color and put it in its carton, without the lid on it, then turned on the taps in the sink she'd been using. "Right! Rinsing! Um, be right back?" She took a step toward the shower. "Just leave all this, I'll clean it as soon as I get out of the shower, really."

"No, no," Ino said, "I'll tidy up for you, it's not a problem. Go shower, and I'll see you later this week?"

Besides, Ino figured it would be a bit strange to hang around in a bathroom waiting for someone to finish showering.

"If you're quite certain. And yes, most definitely!" Evie said a little dubiously, but edged into the shower stall. "Thank you so much for your help!"

"And thanks for yours!" Ino said cheerfully as she started with the sink and the obvious garbage.

It wouldn't take that long, really, and Evie was nice enough that Ino didn't mind.

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