fandomhighdorms | 2nd Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

There was the whole Valentine's dance thing that Ino hadn't decided on yet (also, she didn't have a date, but whatever—you didn't need a date for socializing and dance, pffft) and the whole Spring Break vacation thing that she hadn't yet decided if she was going to go on that either.

(Part of her wanted to. Another part of her was hoping that, if she stuck around and made enough phone calls home along the lines of 'I have a week off! Please give me work!' that she'd eventually get a mission of her very own rather than having to mooch off other people.)

All of that, and the fact that she'd had two days of doing nothing but studying and the like, was the reason Ino was sprawled out on a couch now, with a bag of M&Ms that she could totally be persuaded to share, and flicking through a gardening catalogue. It was cold outside now, sure, but spring had to come eventually, right? And that meant flowers. All different kinds of flowers!

The tiny little fact that the couch she was making herself comfy on wasn't anywhere near her floor's common room really didn't bother her much. Why on earth would she limit herself to one floor?

[Ooopen as a common room is!]

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This wasn't Bod's floor but Bod's floor was proving quiet and he had little else to do but wander and find something to entertain him. An unfamiliar person in the common room seemed like a good place to start so he slipped in quietly.

"Hullo," he said, veering towards the kitchen area to get something to drink. "Having a quiet night?"

"Hi," she said, smiling up from her magazine at--oh! Person she hadn't met before! "A bit of one, I guess? What 'bout you? Anything exciting in your evening?"

"Not at all," he laughed, retrieving a water bottle and wandering back over the couches. "I live three floors up and it's as quiet as I've ever heard it before. Did I miss a mass exodus?"

"Are you a fifth floor denizen too?" she asked, amused. "I'm in room 504--the name's Ino. Second floor just seemed more exciting tonight, I guess?"

Also, vaguely, the idea that people were more likely to wander down than up when it was cold out.

"I don't think everyone's left, though? Maybe they're all sleeping to store up energy for the dance in a few days."

"Oh, we're nearly neighbors," said Bod, nodding as he took a seat. "I'm two doors down in 502. I'm Nobody."

And he was still saving his shortened name until after reactions. It was becoming a familiar game for him.

"And that's right, I'd forgotten about the dance," he continued. "Actually, I forgot about the entire holiday."

Ino blinked and looked over at him with confusion.

"...like a Nobody? We had a student here a while ago who was one, it meant something 'bout being a person without a heart?"

Or something? It had been a few years, really.

"No, that's my name," he said, laughing briefly enough that it was almost like it didn't happen. "Nobody Owens. I go by Bod, though. Hullo."

Ino pinked slightly, when she realized what what she'd said and how it could be taken. "The person I was talking 'bout was really nice," she amended. "But--yeah, first thing I thought of."

...

"... Why Nobody, though?" Um. "If you don't mind it, then I suppose it's a good name?"

...

"I like Bod better," she confessed. "And I'm making a horrible mashup of this, I think."

So, there was Warren, with his coat off. And still having small freakouts, yes, but he was doing an admirable job of not letting them be terribly public freakouts.

In one hand, he had a cupcake. In the other hand, he had a list, of the members of the Magic and Military Reserves. And he was a man on a mission. A mission to give someone a cupcake that he'd been carrying around for the past several hours. It would have helped, really, if he'd known who the people on the list were.

The common room seemed promising, right?

Flying might have made this easier, Warren.

"It's all right, I promise," said Bod, waving a hand. "My parents gave me the name because I didn't like nobody but myself. There was a debate over my name when I was adopted. Nobody was the winner."

And that was Ino, glancing up with a smile.

"Hi Warren," she said cheerfully. "Where'd you get the cupcake from?"

Because if someone else had them in another common room then she was totally going to go get her own.

Wings? Well, wings got a look, but Ino wasn't going to comment on them when last time she'd talked to him he'd gone all tense when she'd just brought them up.

...

Ino was... pretty sure she was more confused now, than she had been.

"Well," she said, wrinkling her nose cheerfully. "Hopefully you like other people now? It'd be kinda lonely at school if you didn't."

There went Warren, giving an awkward little shrug of his shoulders. Nobody cared. It was okay. This was cool.

See, he was totally breathing?

"I'm supposed to give it away," he replied, offering Ino a small smile. "You know, I think you're the only person on the list of people that I'm supposed to give it to that I actually know?"

He didn't get out much. Did it show?

"Sorry, I misspoke," Bod said, deciding to talk when he wasn't drinking and, therefore, mussing his words ~~and his mun didn't have crap typing~~. "I didn't look like nobody but myself. I've liked plenty of people, I promise."

Edited 2010-02-13 01:40 (UTC)

"...there's a list of people to give cupcakes out to? And I'm on it?" Ino looked a tiny bit dubious at that.

"Are you sure 'bout that? They don't got, like, anything weird in them?"

Look, she blew up cupcakes with some frequency. It totally had to be asked.

"Hullo, Warren," greeted Bod, giving the other boy a brief nod. "It's good to see more people around tonight. I'd thought I'd missed a trip off island."

It was a night for people to not be on their proper floor. Despite not being much of a follower, Bruce found himself taking part in the trend.

"Reading anything interesting?" Bruce asked when he spotted Ino on the couch.

"Oh!" she laughed a bit ruefully. "Okay! I get it now."

Ino grinned at him impishly.

"So what would happen if you did find someone who looked like you?"

"Only if you like flowers," she said, smiling over at him. "Planning my garden for when it's nicer out."

"Hey Ino." Didi lived a floor up, but she was bored and there were people here. "Are we going to watch the opening ceremony thing?"

Didi grinned in his direction. "Hey, it's been a while. Ready for Valentine's Day?"

"What? No, they're awesome cupcakes. I think Francine might have made them."

Which was a testimony to the awesome, right there.

"It's a support reserves thing," he explained. "We were supposed to find someone from each of the other reserves groups, and then give them a cupcake. It... kinda took me this long to find you, so I think the poor guys from the group for people with powers are going to have to go without."

C'est la vie.

"Cupcake?"

Ino blinked at Didi.

"Opening ceremony thing?" she echoed. "For what?"

A beat.

"And hi!"

"You were noticing it too, huh?" Warren gave bod a short nod, too, still looking a touch on the awkward side, but at least he seemed less inclined to flee for the doorway at any moment. "My guess is, between the carnival and that weird chocolate sickness and the gremlins and all, people are just taking advantage of the downtime to lay low."

Either that, or else there was some huge trip off island that Warren had managed to miss, too.

Ino laughed at that.

"Support's giving us treats? Why? And I would love a cupcake, please." Complete with puppy dog eyes.

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