Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla was knitting a scarf (which she'd tell you if you enquired. Which you might. It wasn't a terribly successful scarf) and mulling over a poster she'd seen about the student council elections she'd seen oh so handwavily in the halls.

She wondered how politics worked in America and if she'd finally have to figure out the difference between a Democrat and a Republican. But for now, there was knitting.

Really bad knitting.

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[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"Does that get weird?" George asked. "Like, you've met everyone, dated everyone, everyone knows each other's bullshit?"

[exspeedydotcom]

"No, because some people are really good at hiding or something, and new people come in every semester, so you never really meet everyone," Roy said. "And I wish I'd dated everyone, but that's not going so well." At first he hadn't been interested in hitting on ALL THE LADIES, but he was back in form and it still wasn't going so well. "And if you don't want to know everyone's bullshit, don't listen to the radio. And if you do, take everything it says with a giant grain of salt."

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"Preaching to the choir there," George grumbled. She hadn't had much of a love life when she was alive, much less now. "Radio gets things wrong? I've been ... amused by it. A little freaked by all the squirrel mentions."

At least they weren't Gravelings.

[exspeedydotcom]

"Radio gets things way wrong," Roy confirmed. "But the thing about the squirrels is true. Kinda freaky, but true."

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"So, grain of salt," she nodded. "And there seem to be all kinds here."

This was more polite than referring to the place as Freak High, she decided.

"On top of ... gossipy little rodents."

Still weird.

"Oookay. I think I've got that ... more or less."