The Roof, Thursday Evening

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So someone was now in student council. Therefore, someone was on the roof--a place that was always smart to go when you were her--celebrating.

With diet Coke and a book.

WHOA THERE, JEAN. LET'S NOT GO CRAZY.

But that's what she was doing. So. Nyah.

[[Open like a roof!]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy wandered up to the roof to smoke, mostly out of habit, these days. Not like she had a roommate to bug with her bad habits anymore, and she gave Jean a cursory glance as she made her way to the edge.

It was only after she'd settled, and pulled out her pack that she decided to open her mouth. "Not what I usually see people doing up here."

Look, it was better than ignoring the other girl, or just watching every once in a while out of the corner of her eye.

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But that was what Jean saw people up here doing. Though, on the plus side, Effy was less likely to grope her.

So... she had that going for her. Which was nice.

"It's such a nice night, though!"

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Mostly, Effy saw the other people smoking up here. Although, if she was honest, she'd probably read up here too. Just... in the daytime. Somehow, that made all the difference.

"It's not raining." Which placed it above most autumn evenings in England. "I'll give it some points."

And no, Effy probably wouldn't grope her. One of her better qualities.

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There was still... some light!

Okay, no one said this made sense, but she was celebrating, okay? Celebrating.

"And it's not too hot anymore," Jean added.

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"Mmm." She was right, even if Effy wasn't quite sure why she was so excited by the state of the weather.

"You seem... cheerful," she noted after a moment. Because asking upfront questions and making simple small talk was for everyone but her.

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"Thank you?" Jean totally was assuming it was a compliment.

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Well, assuming it was a complement was probably better than finding Effy's approach to social situations... a little unorthodox.

"Got a reason?" she asked eventually. "Or, you're just one of those super sunshiny types?"

Effy wasn't, in case you were wondering. Bet that's a surprise. Strange little moody goth girl.

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Jack was in a mood for a cigar for no reason in particular. He nodded a greeting at Jean as he went over to the railing to light up.

"Nice night, isn't it?"

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Jack flashed a quick smile at Effy. "Have you recovered from our detention yet?"

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"Getting there," she replied, quirking her lips in a bit of amusement herself. "Not being plagued by stray thoughts of Vin Diesel now."

No, she didn't really ever have that problem. But she could always make room for the odd little sarcastic joke. "You?"

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"I can hear bits of that noisy 'music' without twitching," Jack claimed. "So I am doing better, yes."

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Leda wandered up onto the roof today, randomly realizing she missed the smells of Bordertown. Sometimes when the wind blew right you could smell all sorts of interesting things from the Never Never.

But hey, the smells here were nice too. A lot less car exhaust for instance.

It seemed a nice evening to come up, lounge around, and just relax. She also had "Mummer's Dance" stuck in her head.

"Hey." she waved to the pretty girl she didn't remember if she'd met or not. "Hope I'm not disturbing you."

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"Probably the latter," Jean admitted.

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"Only took five days," she noted. "Pretty good for getting over a traumatic experience. Go us."

It was the rest of the last week or two she was having more trouble with. Repression was good for the soul. Really it was.

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"It is!" At least he was friendly while he smoked.

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"Oh! Not at all," Jean replied with a smile.

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"Ah." One of those. "Working for you?"

Effy did at least pause to offer her a cigarette, even if she was getting the sense Jean was one of those goody-goody sorts who'd turn it down.

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"I got elected to student council, so I think so." Yeah, she was going to say that a lot.

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Effy raised her eyebrows slightly, and took that as a no on the smoke front, so snagged her own.

"Congrats," she offered after a moment. "Which class?"

No, she really hadn't followed that side of things at all.

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"Senior!" A beat. "What class are you?"

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"Not that one." Which made it a little better that Effy had no idea who she was, or that she was running.

Sort of.

"Junior." Which was still a little weird. In her head she was calling it sixth form. Couldn't quite stop thinking in British terms.

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"Go us," Jack agreed. "How are you celebrating?"

It was a random question if it was taken remotely seriously.

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Maybe. Still, how would one miss the glitter? Oh, the glitter.

"I'm Jean, by the way."

[bitten_notshy]

Unless someone made a point of pissing him off, Jack was always friendly. "How are you this evening, Jean? Reading anything good?"

[longislandiceme]

Bobby had heard the Student Council announcement, so he figured he'd see if Jean was around anywhere and offer her congratulations on that. After checking the common rooms with no luck, he figured he might as well try the roof. And ooh look! There she was.

"Jean! Just the redhead I was looking for."