fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

Sookie had had better, and less upsetting days. That afternoon, her brother had actually finally returned a phone call -- not to really check on his baby sister, though he did ask after her, but to tell her that he couldn't come to visit that weekend.

But that wasn't enough. Scarcely ten minutes after getting off the phone with Jason, just as the sun was going down, her phone buzzed with a text.

pam & i coming to visit. arrange accommodations. sleeping in the ground is hell on hair.

Because that was exactly what she needed. Eric and Pam, in Fandom. All weekend. Terrorizing her friends and teachers and people who could conceivably be either of those things, but now wouldn't, because some stupid vampires had ruined it.

Wonderful.

So Sookie was in the common room, whisking her second batch of banana pudding. She'd already poured the first batch over vanilla wafers, and admittedly, maybe she was whisking a little harder than necessary. She had some aggression to work out. But at least there was pudding coming out of it.

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Bod hadn't been down to a common room lately so when he smelled something good and found the smell gave way to someone familiar, he decided to stop in.

"Hullo, Sookie," he said pleasantly, giving a brief wave. "Whatever you're making smells quite good."

Roy entered the common room carrying shopping bags, and paused when he saw Sookie. "I hope you don't mind sharing the kitchen?" he asked hopefully. "If you do it's cool, I can totally just go invade one of the other floors."

"Hi, Bod. Like bananas?" she asked, gesturing to the bowl she'd already made. "Help yourself."

"It's a big kitchen," she said with a smile. "Don't you worry -- unless I'll be in your way? I'm just 'bout done with this second batch, and therapeutic as this is, I'm not sure anyone needs this much pudding."

"I do and since there's no chance I'd ever make something like this myself, I might take you up on the offer," he said, giving her a smile.

"How are things?" he asked while he retrieved a bowl. "I haven't seen you in awhile."

Coincidentally (or perhaps not so, given that the weekend in question was only two days away), Bobby had just received news of his own regarding Parents Weekend visitors, and had been heading upstairs to talk to Sookie when... there she was in the common room.

"Hey!" he wandered over to give her a kiss on the cheek. "I was just coming to see y- oooh, pudding."

"They're fine," she said, rather savagely whisking the pudding. "Are you excited for the weekend? Any ghosts coming for you?"

"Yeah, I hope you're in the mood to eat pudding. I made a lot," Sookie said with a little shrug as she tilted her head to kiss his jaw in return. "What's up, honey?"

"No," he said and shook his head, raising an eyebrow at the ferocity of that whisking. "They can't really leave the graveyard so there's no real way for them to be here. It's just going to be me."

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"Email from Warren. Hank can't make it- again," he couldn't help but be disappointed by that particular fact. "Soooo, he's bringing someone else from our, um-" he stopped himself before he ended up saying 'team', "-group of friends."

Sookie frowned a bit. "I'm sorry, " she offered. "My brother canceled on me this afternoon, so I know how that feels. But it'd sure be neat if the ghosts could come! No one but you'd be able to see 'em, though, right?"

"Aww, I wanted to meet Hank!" Sookie said, genuinely disappointed. "One of these days." The rest of the information got a little lift of her brow. "Who else is coming, then?"

"Hullo, Bobby," Bod said, giving his girlfriend's roommate a wave. "How are things with you?"

"I don't think even I could see them anymore," Bod said, frowning a little but shaking that off quickly. "When I left the graveyard, I lost that ability."

"Then that'd just be a waste of a visit," Sookie decided with a sad little shake of her head. "It'll be a way less stressful weekend for you than most people, I bet, though."

"You've guests coming?" Bod guessed carefully.

"'Guests' is an awful generous term for people who up and invited themselves, but yeah," she said, rolling her eyes. "This, um, vampire I did some work for awhile back, and...I guess kind of his second in command?"

Karla was restless. Yesterday had been, overall, kind of a lousy day, between debates at the Magic Reserves and then her small breakdown at the theater. And while waking up and finding unicorns outside the dorm had been great originally, these were kind of vapid. There were only so many compliments Karla could take before needing to get out of the conversation, apparently.

Staying on the second floor wasn't possible. She could still hear them calling through the windows.

The fifth floor, however, had no unicorns, tasty food smells, and, once she poked her head into the common room door, people she knew and liked. Excellent.

"Kiss kiss," she called. "Who's making what, and can I have some?"

"Sookie is making pudding, and you can have as much as you want," she called, peeking out of the kitchen and waving her whisk. "I kinda overdid it."

"Vampire?" Bod repeated, raising an eyebrow at that. His reaction wasn't fright or disgust but interest. He knew a vampire himself so hearing that other people knew the same species always got his attention. "Do you not know them very well?"

"Maybe you can come hang out with us in New Mexico sometime," Bobby mused. "I'm sure no one'd mind." Well, Moondragon would because she minded everything, but he didn't particularly care what she thought. "Val, apparently. I don't know if I've told you much about her?"

"No, I don't need a whole bunch of space," Roy said. "I'll try and stay out of your way." He set his bags down, opened one of the top cabinets, and dug around until he found his secret stash of chili spices.

Yes. He was making chili. That chili. So basically this was therapeutic, too.

He beamed at her and said, "There's no such thing as too much pudding," because he was totally a teenage boy.

"Roy's making chili," Roy told her, "and you can absolutely have some," if you didn't mind having your mouth set aflame, "but it's going to be a while." He nodded toward Sookie and added, "But you can have your dessert first!"

"Nope. I know 'em all too well," she said, shaking her head. "They're going to be a nightmare. They're manipulative, rude, and just...not very nice people. So. Stressy weekend, I think."

"Not bad," Bobby said. "There's a unicorn wandering around town who likes my hair," he shared, reaching up to touch said hair self-consciously.

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