Third Floor Common Room - Thursday After Classes

[icecoldfrost]

Chips and salsa probably didn't count as dinner for most people, but considering that it was about the extent of Emma's cooking ability, it would have to make due. As agitated as she was right now, she's burn down the dorms if she so much as tried to make popcorn.

Which, if people would shut up, she wouldn't be having this problem.

Food achieved, she settled in on the couch and started channel surfing. It had been over a year of no television: time to see if cable had anything worth watching.

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[not_in_the_book]

Ronan walked into the common room as if he owned it and stepped over to the fridge, rummaging through it. "You haven't seen any orange juice on this floor, have you?" he asked, not even coming out of the fridge to speak. "We seem to be out upstairs. I can't find any, anyway."

[icecoldfrost]

"There's some in the back," Emma replied, glancing up from the television. Hrm. Nice rear view. "But I would check the expiration date."

[not_in_the_book]

"Duly noted," Ronan said, pushing some things aside and coming up with the juice. "Ugh. And well-warned. Three weeks ago." He tossed it into the trash, closing the fridge and leaning back against it. "Lovely day, isn't it?"

[icecoldfrost]

Emma shrugged. "A bit cloudy for my tastes," she said. "And I was traumatized by a midget wielding spandex today. Although really, that's every Thursday."

[not_in_the_book]

"... A midget wielding spandex traumatises you every Thursday?" Ronan asked, unconsciously reaching out with a, Powers, you poor thing. "I'm afraid to ask, but I think I must anyway. What?"

[icecoldfrost]

...What the bloody hell was that? Emma's shields snapped tighter, and there was a flicker of wariness in her eyes for a moment.

"Fashion class," she answered glibly. "Superhero fashion, apparently, which will teach me to read the course catalog more closely next time."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

If it seemed that Valentine was giving Ronan a closer, more detailed, thoughtful inspection than she had in previous encounters, it was because she definitely was doing just that. She thought she was being pretty subtle about it, too, unaware that her usual subtly seemed to have escaped her recently, and she chalked up the fact that she really never notice all his nicer features before because Dr. Brennan's class must just be bringing more things into her awareness...

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan noticed the scrutiny, oh, yes; he took the opportunity to lounge a little more artfully casually against the wall, showing off the lean length of his body. It didn't hurt that, today, his black silk shirt was open an extra button, or that his jeans were just a size too small.

"Hey," he said, smiling softly, as his eyes traced the planes of her face. "How's it going?"

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

So he'd noticed. Astute, as well as attractive. Valentine gave a soft smile back. "Not bad. How are you?"

[not_in_the_book]

"Better every moment," Ronan replied. "'Tis the day for it, it seems."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Tis it?" Valentine asked, chuckling a little. "What makes you say that? Was the previous cause for the moment that this is better than, then?"

[glacial_queen]

"Ronan, hi," Karla said, giving him smile and another long glance. Yup, he looked just as delicious as yesterday. "Kiss kiss."

...Delicious? Who in Hell said that about people?

Still, she was glad she was wearing her spidersilk Widow's Weeds. And that the neckline was a low as it was. She made sure the gown gaped appropriately as she walked into the room, giving little flashes of leg as she walked.

[not_in_the_book]

"Kiss kiss," he returned, not mocking so much as playful. "How does the day find you, Karla?"

He noticed her clothes, yes -- noticed them very well. He was spending half as much time admiring the cut, the design, as he was wondering out difficult it would be to replicate the material.

[glacial_queen]

"Hot," Karla said, giving him a smile. "Or, at least, over-warm. Glacia's a cooler country, overall. And generally not as muggy. Otherwise, the day finds me quite well. Yourself?" She crossed over to him, and raised her hand to touch his arm.

[not_in_the_book]

"There are ways to keep cool," Ronan suggested. "Cold drinks. Ice cream. Cool baths." He grinned. "Less clothing."

[glacial_queen]

"Kiss kiss," Karla said, poking her head in. The second floor common room had little food and lots of awkward. "Anyone here?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Nope, just us mice," Emma answered, lifting one hand to wriggle her fingers over the back of the couch at Karla.

[glacial_queen]

"Pretty adorable mice at that," Karla said, coming in and flopping on the couch. "Assuming I'm included in that." She sat down in a swirl of spidersilk.

[icecoldfrost]

"Of course you are, darling. We're absolutely precious," Emma answered, looking over Karla's dress. "Going to a fancy party?"

God, she'd kill for a dress that stunning. Clearly, it was time to go swipe stuff from the idiots on the mainland again.

[glacial_queen]

"I assumed I'd run into you, and wanted to make sure I was dressed appropriately," she laughed, only half-joking. "Seriously, I just woke up this morning wanting to wear something...slinky. And black."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine was figuring that she must, clearly, be ovulating, and the fact that she now lived around so many other teenagers instead of a life of relative seclusion with time spent only with someone of shared genetics was the reason the swing of hormones inspiring her to subconsciously procreate was hitting so hard. It seemed the only logical reason, really, why her mind would be so heavily on a fascination with naked people and a desire to actually go out and seek the company of a few suitable males.

Suitable. By definition to mean anyone close enough to Peter or Ender to bother with.

She figured she'd get something to munch on for dinner, ruminate exploring this more, and then decide, drifting into the common room with her laptop under her arm and a small nod of greeting to the general populace.

"Hey."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma looked up, recognizing the girl from Ms. Walker's class. The holiday from the sibling set.

"Valentine," she drawled, giving the other girl a nod. "Don't tell me that's homework?"

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"It's actually surgically attached to my hip."

Not really, but it may as well be, really. It also seemed to be detachable as she did set it down on the counter before going to poke around in the fridge.

"It's Emma, right?"

[icecoldfrost]

"That's right." Emma tilted her head to watch Valentine, a smirk hovering on her lips. "Are all your parts detachable, then? To set them aside so carelessly?"

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"If it was capable of providing me food," Valentine said, "I might not set it aside. I considered a refrigerator appendage, but found it a bit to unwieldy."