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fandomhighdorms2009-02-15 06:39 pm
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Fifth Floor Common Room; Early Sunday Evening [ 02/15 ].
Turtle had decided that she didn't want to take any chances and have something weird happen to her on the way to radio because she was going all over the place, so she was going to play it safe and just hang out a while in the common room. She had with her a very healthy dinner of sugary cereal seasoned with sugar and with chocolate milk instead of regular milk, and sunk comfortably in the cushions of the couch with the bowl in her lap and her feet up on the coffee table. The TV was on CNN, and she was having maybe way too much heckling the commentators.
"That's stupid!" she informed one guy. "And you're old, anyway."
It was, she felt, very good radio prep.
[[ I've spent almost all day away from the computer and now wants to plaaaaaay. Open! ]]
"That's stupid!" she informed one guy. "And you're old, anyway."
It was, she felt, very good radio prep.
[[ I've spent almost all day away from the computer and now wants to plaaaaaay. Open! ]]

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She glanced over and gave Ned a smile. "Hi, Ned. How goes it?"
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Down the hallway, a voice called, "Okay, okay, I'm up, geez!"
Clocky chirped again, as if to say "How does anyone sleep in that late on a weekend?"
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"Yep," Katchoo confirmed with a sigh. "Sadly."
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"That's what everybody says, but nobody else has to deal with the damn thing following them everywhere," she grumbled. "I hate clocks."
The sound Clocky made, once it stopped careening in circles, was very much like a raspberry.
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Turtle had to ask, to be honest, even if it did just have her wondering if maybe it was simply that she'd been going to this school too long.
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There was a pause.
"It seems more like advanced technology and AI, anyway."
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"Huh."
There was a pause.
"It's still cute," she figured. "It's a heck of a lot better, anyway, than an alarm clock in the form of a big giant demon dog who'll drown you in her drool if you don't wake up on time."
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Beat.
"Demon, seriously?"
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Bzzt.
"Ingrate."
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"Yeah, that's about all you can do, huh?"
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"Exactly. There are two approaches to a situation: letting it control your reaction, or you controlling your own reaction. The moment you start letting it control the reaction, you've lost."
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Katchoo's jaw worked silently as she tried to formulate a response. "That's kind of assuming control is always an option, isn't it?"
Katchoo wasn't really a devout believer in control.
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She figured that would explain everything.