Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

"Can you hand me the ginger?" Ronan asked, as he ground some spices with a mortar and pestle. "The fresh, I mean." The fragrant smells of cooking curry were already pervading the common room, and probably making their way through the rest of the dorms. When Isabel handed over the asked-for ginger, he added some to the mixture in the mortar, and went back to grinding. "Thanks. I hope this isn't too spicy for whoever else comes along," he added.


[OOC: Open, as common rooms are! Come have some curry. :D]

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I thought we liked doing radio together," Turtle said, not so willing to ever just give up and admit anyone, even Charlie, was right. "Last week, he seemed like I was putting him through the most inhumane torture imaginable..."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"But that was only a couple days later. You can't go by that," Charlie pointed out. "And if he isn't snapping out of it in a few more days-- you can always change your mind then."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle nodded a little. "You know me," she said, "I'm not exactly one to make breakneck decisions. If I do anything, it'll be well after I've collected sufficient data."

And possibly have made about a billion charts. In triplicate.

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

Charlie grinned. "True enough." She risked a peek at the notes again, then had to ask, "She really said that? In class?" while pointing to one particular note from the lectures from the day before.