Fourth Floor Common Room | Tuesday Evening

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

For once, Caroline actually had a project to do! She was kind of excited about the idea of making signs for the sibling she hadn't technically gotten yet, but felt certain she deserved, so of course she was going to get one, it was simply a matter of time. And so Caroline had gathered a ton of supplies from the shop in town, and okay, since there were vikings all around, there was a total Icelandic theme going on. Makers, glitter glue, and construction paper in colors she had deemed within the viking spirit were laid out all over the floor in the common room.

Sorry people who had hoped to walk by.

Caroline wasn't certain about her first attempt, but that was why she had more poster board, duh. She brushed a bit of glitter from her bare knees as she got to her feet, surveying the work she'd done so far. She took a few steps back to see if her sign was readable at a distance and nodded, pleased with her work. Now if only she had a name to add. Fill in the blank was kind of hard.

But then, maybe someone was taking the whole big sibling thing a little far.

[So totally open as CRs are!]

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[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

Bobby was looking for cookies, but when he saw all the glitter that Caroline was using, he considered backing away slowly.

"Are you a cheerleader or something?"

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"Why do you ask that like there's something wrong with me answering yes?" Caroline replied. Bobby was unfortunately not the first person to ask if she was a cheerleader.

"Also, why do people associate posters with cheering? I mean, sure I made like, a billion signs for car washes and bake sales, but I did like, way more of this stuff on student council. I was secretary."

Not that Bobby had asked.

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"There's nothing wrong with being a cheerleader!" he said quickly, uncertain if she'd actually answered his question or not. "I mean, it just seems unfair cause they always cheer for the boys' teams but no one ever cheers for the girls' teams, and they really are kind of way too into glitter."

"Student Council here or at your old school?" Bobby checked. "I think Student Council here would have to do rickshaw washes, and then the rickshaw people would probably get annoyed at getting wet."

[notmyownage]

Claudia's room seemed kinda empty-ish now that Quinn had left, and so she found herself wandering through the dorms. She paused in the door to the fourth floor common room and tilted her head.

"Wow. That's some impressive glitter work."

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"We cheered for a lot of sports, including girls' teams," Caroline shared. "Cheering was super busy all year. But I was on the council at home. Apparently you all only do elections in fall at this school so I totally missed out on planning the prom, which is completely unfair because I am awesome at that stuff," she told him, and really, she kind of was. It was the freaky organization at work.

"How do you even clean a rickshaw? They'd probably rust or something and then the drivers would get super pissed and we'd have no one to drag us back to the dorms after a late night at the bar." She paused. "Not that you should ever spend a late night in a bar."

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Caroline looked up and grinned. "Thanks! I'm kind of proud. The curve of the horns on the hat were a little tricky, but I think the third attempt worked out pretty well." Glitter vikings were special, okay?

[notmyownage]

"I can see how they would be." Claudia totally wasn't now pondering how to fabricate a glitter-horned-hat maker. Except for how she kind of was. "I bet the new locals would totally love a hat like that."

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"Well, they have to clean them with something," Bobby pointed out. "Or they'd be all dirty and muddy all the time, but they're not. Maybe there's special rickshaw-rust-proof cleaner. I bet T&C sells it." He was putting too much thought into this.

"But now you can run for student council next year! And plan all the dances. I went to Homecoming." Because Caroline so needed to know that. He frowned. "One day I might! When I'm old enough! Why can't I?"

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"I bet they'd freak out over the shiny," she replied thoughtfully. "If I had a helmet, I might cover it in glitter glue just to find out. Of course, I would rather not have to smell the locals for long enough to get one."

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"When you're like, eighteen," she suggested. "And Jack is far from here. And you are so never telling him I suggested it because he would probably find a way to kill me for corrupting his little brother." And that would be far from pleasant.

"But you're so right about student council! Were you on it? Did you take a date to Homecoming? Do you have a little girlfriend?" Look how her eyes got wide.

[notmyownage]

"They are odiferous," Claudia agreed, though she was pretty sure that wouldn't stop her from investigating the town for long. They had boat makers! She as sure they'd have thoughts on building trebuchets, too. "But you've got to appreciate their clear sense of personal fashion."

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

The whole corruption thing made Bobby narrow his eyes, but it was her last comment he responded to. "If I had a girlfriend why would she have to be little!" he argued, full of frowns. "I went with Rosalind, but it's not very nice to assume that only little kids would like me! I'm not that much younger than you."

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"They are at least culturally consistent, though I do kind of wonder what is up with the facial hair. Is it really that cold? I mean, you could braid that stuff." And probably some of them did.

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"I didn't mean little like that!" Caroline promised, her foot already having been shoved in her mouth there. Oops! "I mean, you're all cute and kind of innocent and I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess Rosalind wasn't a big slut or anything."

Why was she allowed to speak?

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, maybe you should ask Jake," Bobby said, still frowning. "He'd know more than me."

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Caroline raised her eyebrow at Bobby. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Don't worry, Bobby, her brain had already supplied a good dozen worst case scenarios.

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"...that Jake knows her better than me?" Bobby replied, eyes widening. Danger, Will Robinson, danger. "He got all frowny and RARR and stuff at me for going with her?"

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"Oh really?" Caroline was filing this information away, oh yes. "Did he growl?" She was betting she already knew the answer.

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"Uhhhh," he suddenly wondered if he was doing something stupid like telling Missy that Jack had kissed Courtney...

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"Oh come on, you can tell me," Caroline replied, pointing at him with the glitter glue. "Unless you want me to put you to work on my posters."

[notmyownage]

"I'm from Minnesota," Claudia said. "Maybe the wrong girl to ask about cold. Maybe it's a man thing? Like, they have to prove they're totally not girly or something dumb like that."

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"Hey, so long as you're not the kind of girl who can grow that sort of facial hair, you could be the right kind," Caroline supplied. "...oh God, not that I was trying to say you look like you could grow a beard. Though if you can, I'm so so sorry for you."

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"I still don't know what the posters are for ...I don't think he growled. But he told me he was a werewolf, and if it hadn't been really cool, it would've been scary? But I'd never met a werewolf before," Bobby said, still a little uncertain but more worried about the girl with the glitter glue.

[notmyownage]

"I'd look totally awesome with a beard," Claudia said.

No, no she wouldn't.

"But, uh, no. No facial hair for me. Not without messing with entirely the wrong chemicals."

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Bobby made the right choice as far as Caroline was concerned. "He's so not like normal werewolves," she scoffed. "And you shouldn't let him scare you. I'm way scarier and that's even without bringing the whole vampire thing into it. Um, but don't put that on the posters. They're for my little sibling, yet to be named."