The Roof, Tuesday Evening

[intraspective]

Ino was not, precisely, on the roof. Rather, she was over it and practicing her dips and dives and spins on Staffy.

Yes, the broom-that-wasn’t-a-broom-because-it-was-a-staff had been named Staffy. Ino had never claimed to be creative at naming things.

Besides, who cared about naming things when you could fly? She dipped and rolled, concentrating on making the turns tighter and smoother, and laughed out loud as she came up out of it, darting up and into the clouds. And then back down, her feet nearly brushing the roof of the dorms, before swerving and then up again.

Anyone up on the roof tonight might not see her right at first, though they would eventually, but they’d hear her--and no way would Ino miss a chance to babble at anyone who did make it onto the roof.

[Open as a roof is!]

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[intraspective]

"I know you were," Ino admitted. "And I didn't get it then either. Even in the past nothing changed, did it?"

[withoutverona]

"I pissed off a pig farmer," Romeo said flippantly. "I learned to hustle pool to pay my fare back to Paris. But no, really." He closed his eyes. "And then we get into what Professor Atreides would say about fate and destiny, and I have had far too much ale today to have those thoughts."

[OOC: bedtime for me]

[intraspective]

"Smile instead then," she said. "Because you're still here."

[Sleep well!]

[withoutverona]

Romeo obligingly smiled, dropping the subject. "What were you upset about, anyhow?"

[intraspective]

"Brain-switching," Ino said, twirling Staffy in one hand.

[withoutverona]

"That thing from the posters?" Romeo asked. "I think my roommate did that. I wouldn't see why anyone would, myself."

[intraspective]

She shuddered. "I knew there was a reason I liked you," Ino said. "I, yeah, the poster-thing. I severely wasn't impressed with it."

[withoutverona]

"It seems harmless, though, or as harmless as anything on the island," Romeo noted. "I just wouldn't want to hand my body over to someone else, but if someone else does it has to be their choice."

... this was completely not dirty. Really.

[intraspective]

...Ino was just going to snicker over the phrasing of that, yeah.

"Playing with minds isn't ever safe," she said.

[withoutverona]

That wasn't a statement that left much room for argument, and Romeo wasn't in a mood to pursue such anyhow, even though he didn't think Ino was entirely right.

So he shrugged, putting the question back to the mysteries of fate. "Everyone seems to have made it through all right."

[intraspective]

She shrugged irritably. "I still don't like it," Ino said moodily. "It goes against everything my family knows about minds."