Fifth Floor Common Room; Wednesday Afternoon [ 07/14 ].

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

After a day of way-too-fun-to-be-classes classes and wrapping up the present she was working on yesterday, Ariel was feeling excited and creative and needed to do something with her energy. Sometimes, the common room was a bust, sometimes not, but she figured there was at least one thing there that could keep her entertained for hours.

Silverware!

But when Ariel went to the cupboard with the silverware, she, with a gasp of horror, found it completely lacking! Where was the--

--oh, right. The other drawer. This time Ariel opened the correct one and contemplated dinglehoppers over splorphenfats.



[[ I just wanted to use this icon. Come! Tempt me to stay out at the coffee shop longer than I should! Open common room is open! ]]

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[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I don't have apple in my hair still, do I?" Rilla asked, bursting anxiously into the room. "My cooking partner today was so trying."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Apples? In your hair?

(It's more likely than you think).

Luckily, Ariel was armed with a dinglehopper and so when she heard Rilla's question and turned around with a lifted, curious brow and spotted a omg totally modded forgive me little bit, she was more than happy to bounce over and try to put the device to use with a nice little flick, and, ta-da, no more modded apple.

Dinglehoppers were so wonderful.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," Rilla said. "I've never seen a fork used in that manner before."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel rolled her eyes just slightly, not entirely surprised because it seemed that no one around here understood the real purpose of a dinglehopper, which should have been a clue to her that she had it all wrong, but she was stubborn and Scuttle couldn't possibly have been wrong. She then shrugged, because it didn't really matter much, and went ahead and put the dinglehopper to use with a few strokes through her own hair. She smiled at Rilla, tilting her head, wondering how the other girl was doing.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I've been rather quiet the past week," Rilla said, reluctant to admit that it was because she'd been a porcelain doll. "Have you met any of the new students?"

She smiled. "Are there any cute boys?"

She trusted Ariel to have noticed such things.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel took Rilla's confident assumption as quite the compliment, grinning easily and bobbing her head in a nod. She held out four fingers, although she could only really remember the names of two of the four she'd met at the picnic. The seashell project for Rinoa had nicely distracted her.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Oooh," Rilla sighed. "I turn fourteen tomorrow, so that makes me quite grown up enough to go out with boys, don't you think?"

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Christian greeted Rilla. "It's been some time, hasn't it? How have you been?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Siiiiigh.

Rilla beamed at him. "Hello, Christian."

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Christian said again, and then fumbled for something to say. "Were you -- helping Ariel with the silverware?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla's face turned puzzled. "I really don't know what she was doing with the silverware," she admitted. "She used a fork to get apple out of my hair."

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

"Maybe they're used as combs in her world?" Christian tried. "... though that does beg the question of how apple got into your hair."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

She blushed. "Cooking class went a bit awry."

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

"Ariel!" Christian said happily, as he made his way up to the fifth floor. "Hello! Are you" -- he frowned at the pile of silverware -- "cooking?"

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel spun around excitedly at the sound of that voice, greeting Christian with a smile. In each of her hands was clutched a good handful of silverware, enough that made her almost feel a little sheepish all of a sudden, and she glanced toward the stove, which, of course, had nothing even starting to cook on it. She shrugged her shoulders, looking almost apologetic, except that she assumed no one would want to each what she would cook anyway. She was just...

Eh heh.

She lifted up her hands.

You know. Silverware....

She had a problem, okay?

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

...

Yeah, Christian had no concept of what could be done with silverware other than eating with it or polishing it. And he couldn't imagine Ariel's sense of recreation extended to polishing silver.

"It's very nice silverware," he tried, tentatively, earnestly. "I've -- never really looked at it."

[OOC: Bah, timing. See you tomorrow!]

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel, meanwhile, had probably spent far too much time looking at it. Her grin went faintly crooked, as she turned around to set the silverware back in the drawer again with a clatter, and then back toward Christian to present at least her favorite (http://images.surlatable.com/surlatable/images/en_US/local/products/detail/5493.jpg). Naturally, it was terrible to use like other dinglehoppers, but it was just so cool looking, didn' the think?

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

Christian frowned at first, as you did when someone waved a pointed object toward you. Then he remembered this was Ariel. There was nothing threatening about Ariel.

"I think that's for serving roasts," he venutred. "But -- it is rather interesting, isn't it? All ... streamlined and modern."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

And the two prongs were so... Ariel tilted her head, smiling fondly at the odd dinglehopper, before reality struck her in the glint of the light off the metal and she shook her head. She tossed the fork over her shoulder; it, thankfully, clattered safely into the sink.

Christian was not going to want to talk about forks. So, the distraction of it taken care of, Ariel tilted her head and smiled, in her ever silent inquiry after how he might be doing.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda was feeling an odd mix of melancholy and warm fuzzies after some dreams she couldn't quite remember. But one thing they definitely had inspired her to do was actually seek out opportunities for socializing. Hence, the common room.

"Oh! Ariel, hi!" she said when she spotted the red head. Then she signed the greeting.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Oh my gosh, Leda! Ariel waved at the other girl who it seemed like she hadn't seen in practically forever since that class got out, and then signed the question of how she was. She was a little rusty with her sign language, she had to admit, but it came back to her quickly.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

It really did seem like a long time didn't it. How to answer that question though?

"I'm good." she said. "How are you? What have you been up to lately?" She signed that as well. She'd also found that sign language can come back very quickly.

[Sorry for the delay]

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel bit her lip a little as she was processing the sign language, because, though she heard the words, she wanted to be able to remember as much of the hands as she could.

When Leda finished, she smiled brightly, gave her head a firm nod, and gave an answer that might not have been entirely sign language that she knew of, but probably communicated things even better: a big thumbs up!

Then she signed: How....are...your...classes?

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda was careful to keep her hand gestures clear and slow enough for Ariel to follow.

"They're good, challenging. I missed the end of the last term's though. You?"

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ohmygosh.

Soooooooooooooo awesome, she signed, and, yes, she signed all those Os. They're just about the best classes ever. Today I had....sports and....beach. She had to think a little on those.

What do you have?