fandomhighdorms | Lobby; Monday, All Day [ 12/13 ]

It was Monday, the first day of Finals Week, and Alexander, who really had done a poor job of planning this out with so many class on today, was in and out of the lobby to maintain the coffee bar that the Student Council was providing to help all the students throughout the day study and prepare and satisfy their sweet teeth with baked goods. Alexander had never really had a finals week before, or even a final at all, so the idea was novel and new enough that he found it quite exciting and he was up at the very crack of dawn to prepare everything and do quite a bit of studying himself in between people stopping by.

There was, of course, plenty of coffee available from the Perk and snacks from J,GoB. Extra pens and pencils and paper and Post-It notes, too, in case anyone should find themselves in the need for one. And a big sign that looked as though it wanted to be more glittery than it actually was proclaiming: GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FINALS, FROM YOUR STUDENT COUNCIL REPRESENTATIVES.

[[ No OCD! Grab some snacks on your way, or snag some up and sit down and get your study on! ]]

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Elphaba noticed poor Alexander and, well, she hadn't seen him since that particularly vivid dream so she managed to turn a rather interesting shade when she saw him in the lobby.

Not one to be deterred, however, she greeted him with a solid "Hello, Alexander," and even added a "You look well, today."

"Oh, Elphaba," Alexander gave her a faint smile back and, now that he thought of it, he realized that he hadn't seen her since that vivid dream, himself. "Thank you; I feel quite well. I'm glad to say I was...mostly able to avoid too much trouble in this past week, though I do wish I could have done more....You are looking well yourself."

"I attempted to help, but was... hexed otherwise," Elphaba admitted. "So my staying out of trouble was not by choice. I spent most of a day as a lizard stuck in one of my shoes."

There was...a bit of a pause there.

"My father told a story of a time when he turned into a...no, that wasn't a lizard. A slizard, he called it, but I'm quite sure they're similar, except that, by his telling, if one looks into the eyes a slizard, their souls are then switched with that creature. They then possess that body, while the previous inhabitant must then be trapped in the slizard's body. You did not happened to encounter such a creature, did you?"

"I did not," Elphaba said. "I'd returned to my room to get more practical shoes, and the next thing I knew I was a gecko who had trouble crawling out of those sensible shoes."

She sighed. "But everyone seems to have been saved safely, so I suppose I was... saved the trouble."

"And thankfully no one thought to try on your shoes," Alexander pointed out with a faint grin. He was mostly just glad everything did work out, so he was certainly going to think lightly of the whole matter to avoid all the darker associations it brought up for him.

"I don't think Zatanna would fit in my shoes," Elphaba said. "Besides, her sense in fashion is much different than mine. I prefer simple things, rather than... elegant gowns." Her face flushed a little, again.

Alexander seemed to have to clear his throat just slightly.

"I feel quite the same," he said, "although, sometimes, finery has its places..."

"I suppose," Elphaba said. "But not day-to-day, for me. I don't... I prefer practicality. And finery just adds to your troubles, really, with your clothes."

"it...does seem a bit more complicated when it comes to finery for females," Alexander had to admit. "One really can't blame so many girls around here having adopted trousers and the like as they have, and I can't say I'd be too fond to try things the other way around."

"Believe me," Elphaba said. "I rather feel like I should start wearing them myself. But I don't want to get too used to them, since I'd probably cause my father a heart attack if I tried to wear them in Oz."

"I do believe that's the only reason that's kept Rosella in skirts, as well," Alexander said with a chuckle. "Only it's our mother, rather than our father."

He shook his head slightly. "I should really get a letter out to her soon. She's probably worried sick that I haven't sent anything yet with the events of last week..."

"Yes, write her," Elphaba said. "I write Nessa every week, and while she does not reply so frequently she is glad for my correspondence. I can only imagine that Rosella is quite the same way."

"Well, sometimes," Alexander said, "but last week was our birthday, you see, but I quite missed it with everything else going on. I'm sure she'll understand if I explain to her the circumstances. She'll be particularly pleased, I think, to tell her that I spent the day bashing up goblins."

"She's not fond of goblins, then?" Elphaba said, with that tone that said 'I do hope it's personal history and not just 'green things are evil'.

If a tone could do that.

"Where I'm from," Alexander offered with a faintly nervous smile at that tone, "goblins usually mean trouble, but I think it's more that I was out bashing things in general that she would approve of. That they were goblins would be an added bonus. Interestingly, the story I told you about the slizard happened when my father was trying to save the Fairy Queen of Spring from goblins, actually..."

Who, Alexander had heard say, had faintly green skin, if his tone could imply as much as well.

Try as she might, Elphaba always would have trouble not giving a bit of tone when she felt strongly about something. But, thankfully, she was quite satisfied with Alexander's answer.

"She rather likes violence, then? Or just the fact that violence makes you happy?"

That tone, however, was completely teasing, in an almost playful way.

Because Alexander was such a violent person, too.

"It was entirely Maladicta's suggestion," he offered, "if that helps supply an answer to those questions."

Lobby; Monday, All Day [ 12/13 ] - StuCo Coffee Bar!

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