5th Floor Common Room, Thursday Night

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Normally, Dōjima wouldn't worry about a laundry strike. That's why she owned acres of clothing, so that she didn't need to worry about what to wear. But stuff was missing from her closet, and the only clean things left were her clubbing gear or her workout clothes.

Which is why she was all dressed up, sprawled on a couch while watching Steel Simian. If it was choice between looking fantastic or grubby, well, that wasn't any choice at all.


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[peace_n_war]

"And humble," Warren noted. Good to know. "That's almost a prerequisite for getting into this school in the first place, isn't it? Average people need not apply."

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"I didn't apply in the first place," Dōjima laughed. "I got tossed out of my last school, and my father shoved me into the farthest away boarding school he could find to get me out of the way until the scandal died down."

All true, and it was good to practice her cover. She was getting too lax, really, and needed to stick with it.

"Somehow, I don't think he actually read the brochure."

[peace_n_war]

"I'm half convinced that the brochure says whatever it needs to say in order to get people to come here," Warren offered. "This seems to be just that sort of place."

He offered her another cookie and glanced back at the screen.

"Good fighting scenes."

The movie, not the school. But maybe the school too. Who knew?